THE lake's dark breast br Is all unrest, br It heaves with a sob and a sigh. br Like a tremulous bird, br From its slumber stirred, br The moon is a-tilt in the sky. br From the silent deep br The waters sweep, br But faint on the cold white stones, br And the wavelets fly br With a plaintive cry br O'er the old earth's bare, bleak bones. br And the spray upsprings br On its ghost-white wings, br And tosses a kiss at the stars; br While a water-sprite, br In sea-pearls dight, br Hums a sea-hymn's solemn bars. br Far out in the night, br On the wavering sight br I see a dark hull loom; br And its light on high, br Like a Cyclops' eye, br Shines out through the mist and gloom. br Now the winds well up br From the earth's deep cup, br And fall on the sea and shore, br And against the pier br The waters rear br And break with a sullen roar. br Up comes the gale, br And the mist-wrought veil br Gives way to the lightning's glare, br And the cloud-drifts fall, br A sombre pall, br O'er water, earth, and air. br The storm-king flies, br His whip he plies, br And bellows down the wind. br The lightning rash br With blinding flash br Comes pricking on behind. br Rise, waters, rise, br And taunt the skies br With your swift-flitting form. br Sweep, wild winds, sweep, br And tear the deep br To atoms in the storm.