Blow wind, and fill with thy pure air
My lungs, that breathed in pois'n-filled vapours;
Sing wave, and let mine ear be soothed
By the harmonies of thy pure tones,
As I stand here 'mongst the wreckage on the strand,
A wreck myself, which the breakers cast upon the sand
When the vessel crashed 'gainst the sharp cliff-rocks!
Be greeted, Sea, that nurses healthy thoughts
And recreates the soul in shrunken body
When every spring thy billows break
And gull and swallow chatter 'bove thy wave,
To wak'n anew the joy of life, and strength, and hope!

[Sees hut.]

What's this? A human habitation! Not even here is a moment's peace
granted me--Maledictions!

A VOICE. Curse not!

[It darkens and the sea begins to rise, moving toward him during
following speech so that he is forced down stage.]

PEHR. Who spoke? [Tries to flee toward left and is met by elk.]
Wild beasts stop me! [Tries to flee toward right, but is
intercepted by bulls.] Even here--Back! [Animals come on stage and
crowd around him.] They surround me! Help! [Runs to but and
knocks.] Is no one here? Help, help! [Attempts to cast himself into
the sea, but sea-serpents and dragons rise up.] Ah, nature, even
you are a savage monster that would devour all you come upon! You,