The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown progressivo, para a frente in the gleam of eyes. You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The costa was lucky in being backed por cliff, The cliff in being backed por continent; It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be mais than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.
