Metholight I stood upon a rock-bound shore ; The sky was gathering blackness overhead, I listened to the breakers’ sullen roar, And saw the angry sea before me spread. The mountain waves like monsters of the deep, Came rushing onward in their giant might; As if to battle with the rocky steep Which frowned defiantly as black as night. Then, suddenly burst forth the howling storm : The wind like fifty thousand great guns blew. I wished that I were housed, and snug and warm : Spell-bound I stood, and knew not what to do. Thus fiercely raged the elemental war, The prospect dreadful in the failing light ; And fairly terrified, I gazed afar, But not a place of shelter was in sight. Methought I shouted, but my voice was lost Amid the uproar of the raging sea ; And thus unsheltered all, and tempest toss’d, I felt indeed as bad as bad could be. The billows dashed, The lightning flashed,
The thunder crashed, The rain came down in torrents pouring; Just then I woke, The spell was broke (It was no joke), I jumped right out of bed upon the flooring ! The dream was caused by dear Rebecca snoring ! Rakaia J. C.
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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 26, 25 November 1879
A DREAM. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 26, 25 November 1879
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