Darkness like midnight from the sobbing
Clamours with dismal tidings of the
Roaring as rivers breaking loose in
To spread and foam and deluge all the
The cotter listens at his door
Half doubting whether it be floods or
And through the thickening darkness looks
Thinking of roads that travel has to
Through night's black depths in danger's garb
And the loud glabber round the flaze soon
When hushed to silence by a lifted
Of fearing dame who hears the noise in
And thinks a deluge comes to drown the
Nor dares she go to bed until the tempest drops
