The wind puts on its trousers

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 

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The wind puts on its trousers,
Its water-trousers of foaming white!
It flogs the waves with all its powers,
And they howl and rush with might.

From the dark heights, with horrid might,
The rain pours, it pours ceaselessly,
Its seems as though the ancient night
Had come to drown the ancient see.

And at the mast the sea-gull clings,
With coarse crying and schrilling;
Most anxiously, she flapps her wings,
Approaching evils foretelling.