Hark to the shouting Wind! br Hark to the flying Rain! br And I care not though I never see br A bright blue sky again. br br There are thoughts in my breast to-day br That are not for human speech; br But I hear them in the driving storm, br And the roar upon the beach. br br And oh, to be with that ship br That I watch through the blinding brine! br O Wind! for thy sweep of land and sea! br O Sea! for a voice like thine! br br Shout on, thou pitiless Wind, br To the frightened and flying Rain! br I care not though I never see br A calm blue sky again.