The resounding Ocean
Throbs beneath the eye
Of the mourning moon
And throbs again,
While a lightning flash
Brutal and sinister
Splits the bistre sky
With a long bright zigzag,
And while every wave,
In convulsive bounds,
Along the reefs
Goes, comes, gleams and cries out,
And while in the firmament,
Where the hurricane wanders,
The thunder roars
Formidably.
Paul Verlaine
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