In time of tumult
F. Scott
The thunder and the dark
Dwindle and disappear:
The free song of the lark
Tumbles in air.
The froth of the wave-drag
Falls back from the pool:
Sheer out of the crag
Lifts the white gull.
Heart! keep your silence still
Mocking the tyrant's mock:
Thunder is on the hill:
Foam on the rock.