Sonnet XXII: Wild Is the Foaming Sea
Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar!And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round!On the rent rock the angry waves rebound;Ah me! the less'ning bark is seen no more!Along the margin of the trembling shore,Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound,My storm-drench'd limbs the flinty fragments wound,And o'er my bleeding breast the billows pour!Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strainTo his swift bark; ye barb'rous waves forbear!Taunt not the anguish of a lover's brain,Nor feebly emulate the soul's despair!For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vainAssail the breast, when passion rages there!
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