Chapter 42
The Coming Storm by Herman Melville Read for LibriVox.org by Stacy M A picture by S. R. Gifford and owned by E. B. Included in the N. A. exhibition, April 1865 All feeling hearts must feel for him
Who felt this picture? Presage, dim Dim inklings from the shadowy sphere Fixed him and fascinated here A demon cloud, like the mountain one First on a spirit as mild
As this urn'd lake, the home of shades But Shakespeare's pence of child Never the lines had lightly scanned Steep'd in fable, steep'd in fate The hamlet in his heart was where
Such hearts can antedate No utter surprise can come to him Who reaches Shakespeare's core That which we seek and shun is there Man's final lore
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
