58300: Storm

<p dir="ltr"> His face was charged with beauty as a cloud<br> With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me,<br> I shook, and was uneasy as a tree<br> That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.<br> So must I tempt that face to loose its lightning.<br> Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above,<br> Who made his beauty lovelier than love.<br> I shall be bright with their unearthly brightening.<br> And happier were it if my sap consume;<br> Glorious will shine the opening of my heart;<br> The land shall freshen that was under gloom;<br> What matter if all men cry out and start,<br> And women hide their faces in their shawl,<br> At those hilarious thunders of my fall?</p>