Of the tempest that bears her away,—

That bears me away!

Away, over forest and foam, over tree and spray,

Far swifter than thought, far swifter than sound or than flame.

Over ocean and pine,

In arms of tumultuous shadow and shine ...

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Though Sylvan and Nymph do not

Exist, and only what

Of terror and beauty I feel and I name

As parts of the storm, the awe and the rapture divine

That here in the tempest are mine,—

The two are the same, the two are forever the same.

II

CALM

CALM

Beautiful-bosomed, O night, in thy noon

Move with majesty onward! bearing, as lightly

As a singer may bear the notes of an exquisite tune,

The stars and the moon

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