The appalling winds
Heavy storm appalls wilds and men,
Menace turning all in vain,
Can't be seen but felt,
Oh! tempest you are great,
Amid stupids seek harmony,
What's their minds irony,
Startled stolen mutes shelter,
Listened you flew scattered,
One courageous bird sat before me,
Oh! finding the peace for looking me,
Everyone inside, I in this weather,
To retail the God's temper,
Collapsing the whole not the will,
That's enjoying this peril until,
nature's anger can't controlled,
Nor I want it to be held.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Balances personal storm experience with abstract meditation on nature's power
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple philosophical ideas compressed densely across 16 lines; rapid shifts
DarkSentimentBright
Mix of awe and fear; tempest menacing yet speaker finds peace within it
StillEnergyExplosive
Storm imagery and exclamations create intensity; kinetic verbs like scattered, collapsing
MicroLengthEpic
16 lines falls in mid-length range typical of extended lyric poems
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Personification of tempest; metaphorical use of storm as inner state; symbolic bird
LyricVoiceDramatic
Predominantly lyric internal reflection; minimal dramatic persona or narrative arc
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