Only Wait!
Because my lightnings never blunder,
You fancy (but you fancy wrong)
That impotent must be my thunder!
In thunder I am quite as strong.
In fear and dread you'll find your error
When dawns at last the day of harm;
Then shall ye hear my voice with terror:
My voice of thunder and of storm.
That tempest many an oak will shiver,
And, tottering at the awful sound,
Full many a palace proud will quiver,
And many a steeple strew the ground.
You fancy (but you fancy wrong)
That impotent must be my thunder!
In thunder I am quite as strong.
In fear and dread you'll find your error
When dawns at last the day of harm;
Then shall ye hear my voice with terror:
My voice of thunder and of storm.
That tempest many an oak will shiver,
And, tottering at the awful sound,
Full many a palace proud will quiver,
And many a steeple strew the ground.
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