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Words by Emma Lazarus: Public Domain.
Music: © Copyright 2025 by Stanley M. Hoffman. www.stanleymhoffman.com All rights reserved.
Storm
Serene was morning with clear, winnowed air,
But threatening soon the low, blue mass of cloud
Rose in the west, with mutterings faint and rare
At first, but waxing frequent and more loud.
Thick sultry mists the distant hill-tops shroud;
The sunshine dies; athwart black skies of lead
Flash noiselessly thin threads of lightning red.
Breathless the earth seems waiting some wild blow,
Dreaded, but far too close to ward or shun.
Scared birds aloft fly aimless, and below
Naught stirs in fields whence light and life are gone,
Save floating leaves, with wisps of straw and down,
Upon the heavy air; 'neath blue-black skies,
Livid and yellow the green landscape lies.
And all the while the dreadful thunder breaks,
Within the hollow circle of the hills,
With gathering might, that angry echoes wakes,
Oerhead still flame those strange electric thrills.
A moment more, - behold! yon bolt struck home,
And over ruined fields the storm hath come!
Emma Lazarus (18491887)
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