Tixall Poetry/A Storme
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XLI.
A Storme.
Harke, harke, the storme growes loud,
The daies wrapt up in a sullen cloud:
Harke, harke, the tempest sings
The sea mens dirge, and flings
The fatall waves to fatall shors,
While round the ship the billow roars;
And those that never praid before,
Cal now upon some unknown power.
Harke, harke, the tackling iustle,
The sea men bustle;
Cracke, cracke, down goes the maine mast downe,
Harke how they grone!
Among the rest I hear some sighs like mine;
Tis from a lover sure. Ye Powers divine!
Calme, calme this ungentle rage,
The storme asswage;
And let kind Neptune now his trident show.
See, it growes calme, the storms now cease,
And all the Oceans face weares smiles of peace.
The daies wrapt up in a sullen cloud:
Harke, harke, the tempest sings
The sea mens dirge, and flings
The fatall waves to fatall shors,
While round the ship the billow roars;
And those that never praid before,
Cal now upon some unknown power.
Harke, harke, the tackling iustle,
The sea men bustle;
Cracke, cracke, down goes the maine mast downe,
Harke how they grone!
Among the rest I hear some sighs like mine;
Tis from a lover sure. Ye Powers divine!
Calme, calme this ungentle rage,
The storme asswage;
And let kind Neptune now his trident show.
See, it growes calme, the storms now cease,
And all the Oceans face weares smiles of peace.