Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

The Storm



O grip the earth, ye forest trees,
Grip well the earth to-night,
The Storm-God rides across the seas
To greet the morning light.

All clouds that wander through the skies

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Are tangled in his net,
The frightened stars have shut their eyes,
The breakers fume and fret.

The birds that cheer the woods all day
Now tremble in their nests,

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The giant branches round them sway,
The wild wind never rests.

The squirrel and the cunning fox
Have hurried to their holes,
Far off, like distant earthquake shocks,

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The muffled thunder rolls.

In scores of hidden woodland dells,
Where no rough winds can harm,
The timid wild-flowers toss their bells
In reasonless alarm.

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Only the mountains rear their forms,
Silent and grim and bold;
To them the voices of the storms
Are as a tale re-told.

They saw the stars in heaven hung,

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They heard the great Sea’s birth,
They know the ancient pain that wrung
The entrails of the Earth.

Sprung from great Nature’s royal lines,
They share her deep repose,—

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Their rugged shoulders robed in pines,
Their foreheads crowned with snows. [Page 10]

But now there comes a lightning flash,
And now on hill and plain
The charging clouds in fury dash,

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And blind the world with rain. [Page 11]