STORM-LESSON.
71
Or
bright
and
straight
With
the
beauty
of
Fate
;
Brittle
as
glass
yet
strong
as
steel,
Entangling
hearts
for
woe
or
weal
;
Drawing
a
man
to
the
gates
of
sin
Or
hedging
him
in
With
a
holy
veil,
Against
which
Hell
s
gates
cannot
prevail
O
hide
me
there
!
Safe
from
care,
Wrapt
in
the
cloud
of
a
fair
woman
s
hair,
Beautiful,
beautiful
hair.
STORM-LESSON.
AGAINST
the
sombre
pines
the
white
storm
whirls,
Below
a
felted
sky,
wan-hued
as
death,
While
all
the
woods
are
rimed
with
Winter
s
breath,
The
trunks
ice-mailed;
sleet
cuts
;
the
wild
wind
hurls
The
damp
and
clogging
flakes,
and
rhythmic
sings,
In
wailing
words
of
chanted
under-song,
As
in
the
lee
the
wave-like
drift
it
flings,
A
rune
of
things
unfathomed,
old
and
strange
and
strong.
