Stanzas Composed
During a Thunderstorm

by George Gordon, Lord Byron


    1
  1.   Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
  2.      Where Pindus’ mountains rise,
  3.   And angry clouds are pouring fast
  4.      The vengeance of the skies.

    2
  5.   Our guides are gone, our hope is lost,
  6.      And lightnings, as they play,
  7.   But show where rocks our path have crost,
  8.      Or gild the torrent’s spray.

    3
  9.   Is yon a cot I saw, though low?
  10.      When lightning broke the gloom—
  11.   How welcome were its shade!—ah, no!
  12.      ’Tis but a Turkish tomb.

    4
  13.   Through sounds of foaming waterfalls,
  14.      I hear a voice exclaim—
  15.   My way-worn countryman, who calls
  16.      On distant England’s name.

    5
  17.   A shot is fired—by foe or friend?
  18.      Another—’tis to tell
  19.   The mountain-peasants to descend,
  20.      And lead us where they dwell.

    6
  21.   Oh! who in such a night will dare
  22.      To tempt the wilderness?
  23.   And who ’mid thunder-peals can hear
  24.      Our signal of distress?

    7
  25.   And who that heard our shouts would rise
  26.      To try the dubious road?
  27.   Nor rather deem from nightly cries
  28.      That outlaws were abroad.

    8
  29.   Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour!
  30.      More fiercely pours the storm!
  31.   Yet here one thought has still the power
  32.      To keep my bosom warm.

    9
  33.   While wandering through each broken path,
  34.      O’er brake and craggy brow;
  35.   While elements exhaust their wrath,
  36.      Sweet Florence, where art thou?

    10
  37.   Not on the sea, not on the sea—
  38.      Thy bark hath long been gone:
  39.   Oh, may the storm that pours on me,
  40.      Bow down my head alone!

    11
  41.   Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc,
  42.      When last I pressed thy lip;
  43.   And long ere now, with foaming shock,
  44.      Impelled thy gallant ship.

    12
  45.   Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now
  46.      Hast trod the shore of Spain;
  47.   ’Twere hard if aught so fair as thou
  48.      Should linger on the main.

    13
  49.   And since I now remember thee
  50.      In darkness and in dread,
  51.   As in those hours of revelry
  52.      Which Mirth and Music sped;

    14
  53.   Do thou, amid the fair white walls,
  54.      If Cadiz yet be free,
  55.   At times from out her latticed halls
  56.      Look o’er the dark blue sea;

    15
  57.   Then think upon Calypso’s isles,
  58.      Endeared by days gone by;
  59.   To others give a thousand smiles,
  60.      To me a single sigh.

    16
  61.   And when the admiring circle mark
  62.      The paleness of thy face,
  63.   A half-formed tear, a transient spark
  64.      Of melancholy grace,

    17
  65.   Again thou’lt smile, and blushing shun
  66.      Some coxcomb’s raillery;
  67.   Nor own for once thou thought’st on one,
  68.      Who ever thinks on thee.

    18
  69.   Though smile and sigh alike are vain,
  70.      When severed hearts repine
  71.   My spirit flies o’er Mount and Main
  72.      And mourns in search of thine.

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