St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 16
Through the dense air the terror-stricken clouds
Fly, tortured by the pursuing hurricane.
Fast bound the milky billows — the white shrouds
That wind around the mariner on the main.
Nay, shrink not, dark-eyed one! they weave no chain
For us — we're free! Ha! ha! our gallant bark
Spurns the white wave with eloquent disdain;
She laughs to scorn the waters wild and dark,
She revels in the Storm, the Tempest loves to mark.
Fly, tortured by the pursuing hurricane.
Fast bound the milky billows — the white shrouds
That wind around the mariner on the main.
Nay, shrink not, dark-eyed one! they weave no chain
For us — we're free! Ha! ha! our gallant bark
Spurns the white wave with eloquent disdain;
She laughs to scorn the waters wild and dark,
She revels in the Storm, the Tempest loves to mark.
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