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The north-east wind has come from Norroway, / Roaring he came above the white waves' tips! / The foam of the loud sea was on his lips, / And all his hair was salt with falling spray. / Over the keen light of northern day / He cast his snow cloud's terrible eclipse; / Beyond our banks he suddenly struck the ships, / And left them labouring on his landward way.
The certain course that to his strength belongs / Drives him with gathering purpose and control / Until across Vendean flats he sees / Ocean, the eldest of his enemies. / Then wheels he for him, glorying in his goal, / And gives him challenge, bellowing battle-songs.