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The Storm Conelocked

  • Rudyard Kipling


This is the midnight—let no star Delude us—dawn is very far. This is the tempest long foretold— Slow to make head but sure to hold. Stand by! The lull ’twixt blast and blast Signals the storm is near, not past; And worse than present jeopardy...

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