From my slumber I awake—to Nature’s great melee! Raging Hydra’s electric tendrils Kissing Sky to Sea. My chamber shakes; the window sash Shoots open. Shutters bang and mirrors crash. The wind flies in and skirts around, Makes a cyclone of my hair and gown. The salty splashes christen me: Out-mad thy madness with the sea! How I wish I could this bedlam train: Make mincemeat of my soul and brain. To teach it how to come again And calm my storms as Nature can.