In the Tempest
The sky threatens, the clouds burst
And suddenly the tempest rolls the waves
Like a very river ...
The storm becomes intensified;
The sea springs up, roaring, howling.
Then the tempest calms ... The waves flee,
And the torrent becomes only a little stream ...
Some drops of shining water sweetly sing,
And glide away like pearls among the leaves.
The sand beds become dry again and parched
As they were in the torrid days ...
But still one hears the sound of dripping water
And suddenly the tempest rolls the waves
Like a very river ...
The storm becomes intensified;
The sea springs up, roaring, howling.
Then the tempest calms ... The waves flee,
And the torrent becomes only a little stream ...
Some drops of shining water sweetly sing,
And glide away like pearls among the leaves.
The sand beds become dry again and parched
As they were in the torrid days ...
But still one hears the sound of dripping water
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