Listen, Listen, Mary Mine, To The Whisper Of The Apennine, It Bursts On The Roof Like The Thunder'S Roar, Or Like The Sea On A Northern Shore, Heard In Its Raging Ebb And Flow By The Captives Pent In The Cave Below. The Apennine In The Light Of Day Is A Mighty Mountain Dim And Gray, Which Between The Earth And Sky Doth Lay; But When Night Comes, A Chaos Dread On The Dim Starlight Then Is Spread, And The Apennine Walks Abroad With The Storm, Shrouding...