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Poems
Of a sudden the sky grew dark and grim,
And the thunder muttered from far away,
And the lightning flashed with a wrathful gleam,
And changed indeed was the face of day.
And the thunder muttered from far away,
And the lightning flashed with a wrathful gleam,
And changed indeed was the face of day.
"We must race the storm," said our host, "for we
Have promised to lunch at Pleasure Bay.
'Twill come in a perfect downpour, I know,
And a shelter is many miles away.
So hold your breath for a dash," he laughed,
"And say your prayers, if you fear to die!
For if anything happens from here to there,
We'll—simply wake in eternity."
Have promised to lunch at Pleasure Bay.
'Twill come in a perfect downpour, I know,
And a shelter is many miles away.
So hold your breath for a dash," he laughed,
"And say your prayers, if you fear to die!
For if anything happens from here to there,
We'll—simply wake in eternity."
The lightning flashed and the thunder roared,
And daylight was turned to ominous gray;
And through the uproar of sea and sky,
With the rush of an eagle we sped away.
I felt as I might when the hounds give cry,
And I, on a sturdy hunter's back,
Not knowing the dangers that lie in my way,
Rush recklessly after the baying pack.
And daylight was turned to ominous gray;
And through the uproar of sea and sky,
With the rush of an eagle we sped away.
I felt as I might when the hounds give cry,
And I, on a sturdy hunter's back,
Not knowing the dangers that lie in my way,
Rush recklessly after the baying pack.
Oh, the blood was stirred, and the heart beat high!
And the breath came quick in that headlong race!
Who cared if Death should be standing by?
We'd fling him a jest and laugh in his face!
And the breath came quick in that headlong race!
Who cared if Death should be standing by?
We'd fling him a jest and laugh in his face!
