BEFORE THE SQUALL.THE wind is rising on the sea,White flashes dance along the deep,That moans as if uneasilyIt turned in an unquiet sleep.Ridge after rocky ridge upheavesA toppling crest that falls in sprayWhere the tormented beach receivesThe buffets of the sea’s wild play.On the horizon’s nearing line,Where the sky rests, a visible wall.Grey in the offing, I divineThe sails that fly before the squall.
THE wind is rising on the sea,White flashes dance along the deep,That moans as if uneasilyIt turned in an unquiet sleep.
Ridge after rocky ridge upheavesA toppling crest that falls in sprayWhere the tormented beach receivesThe buffets of the sea’s wild play.
On the horizon’s nearing line,Where the sky rests, a visible wall.Grey in the offing, I divineThe sails that fly before the squall.