Rise ever higher in the violet east,

Above the frore front of the uprearing night

Remorsefully soft and sweet. Then I awoke

As from a dream, and from my shoulders shook

The warning chill, till then unfelt, unfeared.

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STORM.

Out of the grey northwest, where many a day gone by

Ye tugged and howled in your tempestuous grot,

And evermore the huge frost giants lie,

Your wizard guards in vigilance unforgot,

Out of the grey northwest, for now the bonds are riven,

On wide white wings your thongless flight is driven,

That lulls but resteth not.

And all the grey day long, and all the dense wild night

Ye wheel and hurry with the sheeted snow,

By cedared waste and many a pine-dark height,

Across white rivers frozen fast below;

Over the lonely forests, where the flowers yet sleeping

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