Above the Tempest's Call

SAD LOT THAT I AM HIGH AND DRY:

LIGHT'S CROWNING TEAR TO SEIZE,

WHEN HEAVENS RAGE AND BANSHEES FLY

AS THREAD-BARE MISTS O'ER TOUTING TREES,

WHILE STORM LIKE ANGRY FIST DOTH WRING ALL WEEPING FROM THE SKY.

GIVE ME HOPE; PLEASE, GIVE ME HOPE: TO BAIT THE BOLT; TO STRIKE THE STROKE,

AND SHAKE BOTH FEARSOME THRALL AND YOKE,

IF MAN, BUT FAILING, RISE TO FALL ON DEATH'S OWN DEATHLESS HOLE,

UP! AND UP, THEN, SWING MY SOUL!

"SWING LOW" SING THE BLACKAMOORS:

SWING LOW AND CATCH ME UP BEYOND MY FALL,

WHERE LOVE DOTH BLEED

AND TEAR DOTH LEAD,

ABOVE THE TEMPEST'S CALL.

(WRITTEN 052896 / REWRITTEN 080600)

 

I must say that is jolly well written, ol'chap. Bravo.

 

Thanks.