Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SPELL, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN


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First Line: Loud the wind leaps through the night and fills the valley with his wings
Last Line: Were, to rove the wild lands over.
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund


LOUD the wind leaps through the night and fills the valley with his wings,
The bleak fields not a furlong hence, in such black hours as these,
Terrify, so lonely grown; the rain sweeps down to swell the springs
And beats about the happy house where I may take my ease,
And beats with fury far and near
The fields of loneliness and fear.

In the still decline that led the blind year to his Calvary,
We have walked among the woods and on a sudden heard,
When not a tremor stole through air, the deadly fall from some one tree
Of leaves that knew the time and answered God's unspoken word.
So seems it now with me, my own
Is vacant all: I must be gone.

This might be that selfsame night when good King Lear was running wild
Over the hoarse unglimmering heath, and glorious met the storm;
His white hair had been my torch, for now I know myself beguiled
By impulse nameless from the hearth, where I might huddle warm,
In tooth of all the storms that ever
Were, to rove the wild lands over.





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