Vignettes from Italy

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Venice--in a Storm


"There is a fearful eloquence in storms,

In the convulsive elemental strife,

Appealing to the soul, and the heart warms

With deep devotion, overflowing, rife

With keen instinctive sense of endless life.

My being seems exalted and I spring

To grasp my destiny; and like a knife

The storm hath severed my clay bonds, my wing

Feels Heaven's fresh air; I soar, a free undying thing."

The Convict: A Tale of Venice; and other poems by Edward Grimley