Retreat from where the clouds are dark
And lightning makes a mad display,
Away from Eden’s floundering bark,
Pursue the shores of an innocent day,
Where a shepherd’s way is throated by lark,
And a mother gives her breast to her babe.
The city’s gone, but the farm still stands,
All’s toil, turmoil where the buildings rise;
Away from mortar, bricks, and sand,
The grass’s still green on the near side,
Where a shepherd works his sheep and sings
A tune which gives to hope its wings.
Out there the tempest rages on,
Rages strong, rages strong;
While here the hours stretched in full,
In harmony, are full of song.
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Photograph
by Ramnath Subramanian
Painting
The Tempest
by Giorgione
Gallerie dell’Accademia
Venice
Italy
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