Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Posthumous Poems — Æolus
(1917)
“ Winds that seamews breast subdue the sea, and bid the dreary Waves be weak as hearts made sick with hope deferred.Let thy clarion sound from westward, let the south bear token How the glories of thy godhead sound and shine:Bid the land rejoice to see the land-wind's broad wings broken, Bid the sea take comfort, bid the world be thine.Half the world abhors thee beating back the sea, and blackening Heaven with fierce and woful change of fluctuant form:All the world acclaims thee shifting sail again, and slackening Cloud by cloud the close-reefed cordage of the storm. ”
