Classic Poem

Be this was said a grondyn dart leit he glide
And persit the boss hill as the braid syde
Furth at the ilke port wyndis brade in a rout
And with a quhirl blew all the erth about
Thai ombeset the seys bustuusly
Quhil fra the deip til every cost fast by
The huge wallis weltris apon hie,
Rollit at anys with storm of wyndis thre
Eurus, Nothus, and the wynd Affricus
Quhilkis est, south, and west wyndis hait with us.
Sone efter this of men the clamour rayss,
The takillis, graslis, cabillis can fret and frays
Swith the clowdis hevyn, son, and days lycht
Hyd and byreft furth of the Troianys sycht.
Dyrknes as nycht beset the seys about
The firmament gan rummyling rair and rout
The skyis oft lychtnyt with fyry levin
And, schortly bath ayr, sey, and hevin
And every thing mannasit the men to de,
Schawand the ded present tofor thar e.