You are alive even now
In the rugged wildness of nature
The Hurricane, Storm and Blasting Ocean.
Your flowing lock as you stand on shore
Is seen in the Ocean’s frothing foam.
Your voice in Thunder eyes in Lightening
Your form in tireless wind take form.
In every man rebellious, Nature’s might
Your spirit is seen in them all!
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I would like to translate this poem
sorry....i hanen't read Byron yet.........