LOOK when the clouds are blowing And all the winds are free, In fury of their going They fall upon the sea: But though their blast is frantic And though the tempest raves The deep immense Atlantic Is still beneath the waves. Then while the Zephyrs tarry, Or when the frost is nigh, The maiden none can marry Will beckon from the sky:— Then with a wild commotion, Then with a rush and roar, The whole enormous ocean Is flung upon the shore. |