The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west.

Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts o'er the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hat…

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky.

The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

I heard through the night The rush and the clamour; The pulse of the fight Like blows of Thor's hammer; The pattering flight Of the leaves, and the anguished M…

The storm is ended! The impartial sun Laughs down upon the battle lost and won, And crowns the triumph of the cloudy host In rolling lines retreating to the co…