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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Saturday, 30 July 1910
The hunger of great seas that rage and roar Around forbidden rocks is mine today; Vast, ominous billows thunder on the shore Tossing aloft wild clouds of angry spray,— A frenzied store Of pent-up fury that would blast and slay For evermore.
Grey, sullen clouds brood in the lowering sky, Intolerable stillness fills the air: O that some God would raise a mighty cry, And rouse a tempest-fury everywhere! But no reply Makes glad my longing; on some broken stair I sit and sigh.
O that the sky would foam with blood! The Sea Lash its great waves to frenzy, and the wind Shriek notes of madness and death-agony! Fire and foam should mingle, and the wind Blaze utterly With lightnings that should wake the dotard Who will not see!
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