From sea and sky they called their strength

Till with an angry, broken roar,

Like billows on an unseen shore,

Their fury burst at length.

  I heard through the night The rush and the clamour; The pulse of the fight Like blows of Thor's hammer; The pattering flight Of the leaves, and the anguished Moan of the forest vanquished.

I heard through the night

The rush and the clamour;

The pulse of the fight

Like blows of Thor's hammer;

The pattering flight

Of the leaves, and the anguished

Moan of the forest vanquished.

 At daybreak came a gusty song: “Shout! the winds are strong. The little people of the leaves are fled. Shout! The Autumn is dead!”

At daybreak came a gusty song:

“Shout! the winds are strong.

The little people of the leaves are fled.

Shout! The Autumn is dead!”

III

 The storm is ended! The impartial sun Laughs down upon the battle lost and won, And crowns the triumph of the cloudy host In rolling lines retreating to the coast.

The storm is ended! The impartial sun

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