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Poem by Henry Vaughan

The Storm


I see the use : and know my blood
       Is not a sea,
But a shallow, bounded flood,
       Though red as he ;
Yet have I flows, as strong as his,
       And boiling streams that rave
With the same curling force, and hiss,
       As doth the mountain'd wave.


But when his waters billow thus,
       Dark storms, and wind
Incite them to that fierce discuss,
       Else not inclin'd,
Thus the enlarg'd, enragèd air
       Uncalms these to a flood ;
But still the weather that's most fair
       Breeds tempests in my blood.


Lord, then round me with weeping clouds,
       And let my mind
In quick blasts sigh beneath those shrouds,
       A spirit-wind ;
So shall that storm purge this recluse
       Which sinful ease made foul,
And wind and water to Thy use
       Both wash and wing my soul.

Henry Vaughan

Poem Theme: Storm

Henry Vaughan's other poems:
  1. The Relapse
  2. The True Christians
  3. The Evening-Watch
  4. The Shepherds
  5. Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Herbert The Storm ("If as the winds and waters here below")
  • Coventry Patmore The Storm ("Within the pale blue haze above")
  • Letitia Landon The Storm ("There was a vessel combating the waves")
  • Katherine Mansfield The Storm ("I Ran to the forest for shelter")
  • Robert Hawker The Storm ("WAR mid the ocean and the land!")

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