One who was suffering tumult in his soul, <br />Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, <br />Went forth--his course surrendering to the care <br />Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl <br />Insidiously, untimely thunders growl; <br />While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear <br />The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, <br />And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness, howl <br />As if the sun were not. He raised his eye <br />Soul-smitten; for, that instant, did appear <br />Large space ('mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky, <br />An azure disc--shield of Tranquillity; <br />Invisible, unlooked-for, minister <br />Of providential goodness ever nigh!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-during-a-storm/
