Defoe´s Poetical Essay on the Storm
An Essay, by Daniel Defoe.
I’m told, for we have news among the dead,
Heaven lately spoke, but few knew what it said;
The voice in loudest tempests spoke,
And storms, which nature’s strong foundation shook.
I felt it hither, and I’d have you know
I heard the voice, and knew the language too.
Think it not strange I heard it here,
No place is so remote, but when he speaks they hear.
Besides, tho’ I am dead in fame,
I never told you where I am.
Tho’ I have lost poetic breath,
I’m not in perfect state of death:
From whence this Popish consequence I draw,
I’m in the limbus of the law.
Let me be where I will I heard the storm,
From every blast it echo’d thus, reform;
I felt the mighty shock, and saw the night,
When guilt look’d pale, and own
