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Storm. The wind is fresh, the night is fading. And the sea rages angrier and angrier, And foam splashes on granite - It stings, then ebbs away. All the more irritable breaker; His fizzy wave So heavy and so dense As if on the shore he is fighting with cast iron. Like a sea god now Omnipotent and relentless Threatened with a trident, Ready to exclaim: "Here I am!"