Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free Heaven awhile,for all the wrath of waking Wind and sea.
Bright with glad mad rapture,fierce with glee,Laughs the moon,borne on past cloud's o'ertaking Fast,it seems,as wind or sail can flee.
One blown sail beneath her,hardly making Forth,wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking Wind and sea.
