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An awful Tempest mashed
the Air –
The clouds were gaunt, and
few –
A Black – as of a spectre′s
cloak
Hid Heaven and Earth
from view –

 

The creatures chuckled on
the Roofs –
And whistled in the air –
And shook their fists –
And gnashed their teeth –
And swung their frenzied
hair –

 

The morning lit – the Birds arose –
The Monster′s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast –
And peace – was Paradise!