Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPIRIT OF THE STORM, by LOUISA S. MCCORD


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First Line: Wild spirit of the storm, who rid'st the blast
Last Line: Wild spirit of the storm! Like thee, I would be free.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cheves, Louisa S.
Subject(s): Storms


WILD spirit of the storm, who rid'st the blast,
And in the growling thunder speak'st thy rage,
Would I could soar with thee!
Untamed, unfetter'd, roaming through the vast
Expanse of universe from age to age,
'T is thine, thine! to be free!
'T is mine, to lie, and grovel in the dust,
And wonder at thy might,
And in admiring amazement lost,
To tremble at the terrors of thy fearful night.

But no! with thee my spirit longs to rise,
It doth not tremble. -- Genius of the storm!
Thou art but tameless, wild,
As I would be, could I enfranchise
My chain'd being, -- cast off the grovelling worm --
Nature's untamed storm-child,
With thee the whirlwind in its might I'd ride,
Revel in the howling blast,
Play with the fork'd lightnings, and deride
The timorous world, by thee with weary fears harass'd.

Borne on the hurricane's extended wing,
And in the whirlwind sweeping over earth --
Then in the billowy deep,
To wake the voice of Discord, mastering
The ocean's stillness, to riot giving birth
In those still caves, where sleep
In silent majesty is wont to reign,
Would I could roam with thee!
The throbbing wish bounds in my every rein,
Wild spirit of the storm! like thee, I would be free.





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