When descends on the Atlantic br The gigantic br Storm-wind of the equinox, br Landword in his wrath he scourges br The toiling surges, br Laden with seaweed from the rocks: br br From Bermuda's reefs; from edges br Of sunken ledges, br In some far-off, bright Azore; br From Bahama, and the dashing br Silver-flashing br Surges of San Salvador; br br From the tumbling surf, that buries br The Orkneyan skerries, br Answering the hoarse Hebrides; br And from wrecks of ships, and drifting br Spars, uplifting br On the desolate, rainy seas; - br br Ever drifting, drifting, drifting br On the shifting br Currents of the restless main; br Till in sheltered coves, and reaches br Of sandy beaches, br All have found repose again.