European Elegies/Autumn (1)/My galley
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23.MY GALLEY
Rage, tempest! Rage, and let my galley's sailStrain in a sweeping hell of hailAnd swirling, snarling snow!Yet will I tackWhile jib and jackAnd helm and mastAlike hold fast,Though the fiend-waves dashAnd hiss, and lashTheir spume against my prow!
From the Swedish of Karl Jonas Love Almqvist.