Look when the clouds are blowing And all the winds are free: In fury of their going They fall upon the sea. But though the blast is frantic, And though the tempest raves, The deep immense Atlantic Is still beneath the waves.1
ATTRIBUTION:
Wind, Moon and Tides.
Note 1. Shakespeare: Henry V, act iv. sc. i. There is some soul of goodness in things evil Would men observingly distil it out. [back]