European Elegies/Autumn (1)/My galley
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23.MY GALLEY
Rage, tempest! Rage, and let my galley's sail
Strain in a sweeping hell of hail
And swirling, snarling snow!
Yet will I tack
While jib and jack
And helm and mast
Alike hold fast,
Though the fiend-waves dash
And hiss, and lash
Their spume against my prow!
Strain in a sweeping hell of hail
And swirling, snarling snow!
Yet will I tack
While jib and jack
And helm and mast
Alike hold fast,
Though the fiend-waves dash
And hiss, and lash
Their spume against my prow!
From the Swedish of Karl Jonas Love Almqvist.