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VOICES OF THE STORM.
An elemental passion
Was in the stress and sweep,
And all at once responsive
I felt my pulses leap;
There seemed a subtle kinship
Betwixt me and the deep.
I shared its wild commotion,
The springs of its unrest,
The secret of its tumult
Lay hidden in my breast,
And in my heart a nameless
Wild exultation pressed.
Long past the day! Still often
Its mood will o'er me fall;
Again I hear those distant
Storm-voices call and call,
And know this busy getting
And spending is not all.
