Emma Lazarus - Prelude [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July
Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea:
Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony
With the wild, restless tone of air and sky
Shall we not call im Prospero who held
In his enchanted hands the fateful key
Of that tempestuous hour's mystery
And with controlling wand our spirits spelled
With him to wander by a sun-bright shore
To hear fine, fairy voices, and to fly
With disembodied Ariel once more
Above earth's wrack and ruin? Far and nigh
The laughter of the thunder echoed loud
And harmless lightnings leapt from cloud to cloud