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High above the silvery ocean winds are
gathering the storm-clouds, and between the clouds and ocean proudly
wheels the Stormy Petrel, like a streak of sable lightning.
Now
his wing the wave caresses, now he rises like an arrow, cleaving clouds
and crying fiercely, while the clouds detect a rapture in the bird's
courageous crying.
In that crying sounds a craving for the tempest! Sounds the flaming of his passion, of his anger, of his confidence in triumph.
The
gulls are moaning in their terror--moaning, darting o'er the waters,
and would gladly hide their horror in the inky depths of ocean.
And
the grebes are also moaning. Not for them the nameless rapture of the
struggle. They are frightened by the crashing of the thunder.
Foolish
penguins hide fat bodies in the crevices of rocks, while alone the
Stormy Petrel proudly wheels above the ocean, o'er the silver-frothing
waters.
Ever lower, ever
blacker, sink the stormclouds to the sea, and the singing waves are
mounting in their yearning toward the thunder.
Strikes
the thunder. Now the waters fiercely battle with the winds. And the
winds in fury seize them in unbreakable embrace, hurtling down the
emerald masses to be shattered on the cliffs.
Like
a streak of sable lightning wheels and cries the Stormy Petrel,
piercing storm-clouds like an arrow, cutting swiftly through the waters.
He
is coursing like a Demon, the black Demon of the tempest, ever
laughing, ever sobbing--he is laughing at the storm-clouds, he is
sobbing with his rapture.
In the
crashing of the thunder the wise Demon hears a murmur of exhaustion.
And he is knows the storm will die and the sun will be triumphant; the
sun will always be triumphant!
The
waters roar. The thunder crashes. Livid lightning flares in stormclouds
high above the seething ocean, and the flaming darts are captured and
extinguished by the waters, while the serpentine reflections writhe,
expiring, in the deep.
It's the storm! The storm is breaking!
Still
the valiant Stormy Petrel proudly wheels among the lightning, o'er the
roaring, raging ocean, and his cry resounds exultant, like a prophecy of
triumph -
Let it break in all its fury! |
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