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THE STORM PAINTER IN HIS DUNGEON.
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Kindling to fiery life
Dreams, worlds, of pictured strife;—
Wake, rushing winds, awake! and, dark clouds, roll!
Wake, rise! the reed may bend,
The shivering leaf descend,
The forest branch give way before your might;
But I, your strong compeer,
Call, summon, wait you here,—
Answer, my spirit!—answer, storm and night!
