Ode To the Bitter Storm.

Ode To The Bitter Storm

Ode to the bitter storms that weep;

And cry and hate and love and sleep;

Ode to the weathered storm,

Where lovers are in houses warm. 

Ode to the rivers that are vast,

And the snow that falls is bitter last;

And all the cold in the northern winds,

Are yesterday’s forgotten lonely friends.

In the darkness of the night,

The wind sounds lonesome and full of fright;

Ode to the skies above,

Where the clouds form in maiden’s love.

 

All the hate and light of life,

Are burdened by the dreams of strife;

Take the heart and show the dream,

Of a cold and lonely driven stream.

Where fish are full of maiden fair,

And flies fly lonely through the air.

All the night that dimly sleeps,

And cries and mourns and sins and weeps.