A Tempest At Night Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The night high tide rushes and rakes upon the stony sandy shore;
Along the rugged cliffs and chalky mossy low caves
The violent wind moans and mourns the hoarse ocean, seeming to deplore
All that are buried in the sea bottom and in the womb of the restless waves

Mined and hammered by corrosive tides, the hollow scared rough rock
Falls prone, and rushing from its lofty turf height,
It shakes the broad beach with long-resounding trembling shock,
Loud thundering on the ear of sullen dark, deserted, lonely night;

Above the desolate and stormy deep,
Gleams the wan frightened moon, by floating mist oppressed; clouds scattared like fearful sheep
Yet here while youth, and health, and labor sleep,
Alone I wander vexed and anguished with no rest, when the sea roar is long and steep

Oh that nature's soft nurse deserts us with grief -swollen breast,
I shun the eyes, that only wake to lament and to weep
Calm comes not to the shore of this sea; silver waves never pause or sleep
The tides and ebbs rush and force upon long sandy beach with no rest


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