The ocean thunders in the caverned sky, And gulls fall straight against a crest of foam, The black wind roars to bring the great storm by, And all my sails are full to bear me home! Thus I come in with rain, and salty lips Crusted with spray, and eyes that see for miles Over the harbor bar, to the huddled ships, And docks, and roofs, and maple-darkened aisles. The rain smells all of maple and of hay, And now I put the sea behind my back, And cross the streets and fields in the old way, With all the clouds above me hanging black, And stand here in the rain before your door Moveless with joy, to know you near once more. |