A Calm Set in
After the Storm

Where once the water thrashed about
The water gently laps
Like two boorish drunken men
That when sober are pleasent chaps.
And the wind that wildly raged
Not a long time before
Is but a breeze to chill the skin
And wages wild no more...

And the trees that creaked in the breeze
Just wave their branches like arms
And the night that before the walker did scare
The same walker it now does charm.