HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

2 Tempest
Gloomy lowers the tempest over the sea
And through the black wall of cloud
Is unsheathed the jagged lightning,
Swift-outflashing, and swift-vanishing,
Like a jest from the brain of Chronos.
Over the barren, billowy water.
Far away rolls the thunder.
And up leap the white water-steeds,
Which Boreas himself begot
Out of the graceful mare of Erichthon,
And the sea-birds flutter around.
Like the shadowy dead on the Styx,
Whom Charon repels from his nocturnal boat.
Poor, merry, little vessel.
Dancing yonder the most wretched of dances!
Eolus sends it his liveliest comrades.
Who wildly play to the joUiest measures;
One pipes his horn, another blows,
A third scrapes his growling bass-viol.
And the uncertain sailor stands at the rudder,
And constantly gazes at the compass,
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