Lines Written on a Very Boisterous Day in May, 1844
Written on a very boisterous day in May, 1844
'Tis May, and yet the skies are overcast
With clouds resembling a rough storm at sea; —
'Tis May, — and yet the hurricane goes past,
In dust, like foaming billows o'er the lea,
High over head close by me, — and 'tis He
Who wakes the sea, and drives the ships away
From anchor, into wrecks! Here I am free
From danger, — and the fields and woods the bay
To rest my weary limbs amid the storms of May.
'Tis May, and yet the skies are overcast
With clouds resembling a rough storm at sea; —
'Tis May, — and yet the hurricane goes past,
In dust, like foaming billows o'er the lea,
High over head close by me, — and 'tis He
Who wakes the sea, and drives the ships away
From anchor, into wrecks! Here I am free
From danger, — and the fields and woods the bay
To rest my weary limbs amid the storms of May.
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