Rufus Wilmot Griswold

“ Who freed the winds, and the vast clouds unrolled.
The storms no more the skies invest,
The winds are heard no more;
Low in the chambers of the west,
Whence they arose, they've sunk to rest;
The sunset storm is o'er.
The clouds that were so wildly driven
Across the darkened brow of heaven
Are gone, and Even
Comes in her mild and sober guise,
Her perfumed air, her trembling skies,
And Lama, with her star-gemmed, glorious crown,
From her high throne in heaven, upon the world looks down. ”