<h2><SPAN name="chap86"></SPAN>THE STORM</h2>
<p class="poem">
She reached for sunset fires,<br/>
And lived with stars and the sea,<br/>
The mountains for her temple,<br/>
The storm for priest had she.<br/>
<br/>
Together a libation<br/>
They poured to the God she knew,<br/>
Such wine as ageless heavens<br/>
And lonely wisdom brew.<br/>
<br/>
Now she has done with worship,<br/>
For her all rites are the same;<br/>
Yet the storm keeps green forever<br/>
The moss upon her name.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
G. O. WARREN</p>
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