Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE ARAUCANS DURING A THUNDER STORM, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The storm cloud grows deeper above Last Line: Waft thither the song of your praise. Subject(s): Chile; Messengers; Reunions; Singing & Singers; Spiritual Life; Storms | ||||||||
THE storm cloud grows deeper above, Araucans! the tempest is ripe in the sky, Our forefathers come from their islands of bliss, They come to the war of the winds. The souls of the strangers are there, In their garments of darkness they ride through the heaven, The cloud that so lurid rolls over the hill, Is red with their weapons of fire. Hark! hark! in the howl of the wind The shout of the battlethe clang of their drums The horsemen are met, and the shock of the fight Is the blast, that disbranches the wood. Behold from the clouds of their power The lightningthe lightning is lanced at our sires, And the thunder that shakes the broad pavement of heaven, And the darkness that shadows the day! Ye souls of our fathers be brave! Ye shrunk not before the invaders on earth, Ye trembled not then at their weapons of fire, Brave spirits ye tremble not now! We gaze on your warfare in hope, We send up our shouts to encourage your arms! Lift the lance of your vengeance, O fathers! with force, For the wrongs of your country strike home! Remember the land was your own When the sons of destruction came over the seas, That the old fell asleep in the fulness of days, And their children wept over their graves. Till the strangers came into the land With tongues of deceit and with weapons of fire, Then the strength of the people in youth was cut off And the father wept over his son. It thickensthe tumult of fight, Loud and louder the blast of the battle is heard Remember the wrongs that your country endures Remember the fields of your fame. Joy! joy! for the strangers recoil They give waythey retreat to the land of their life! Pursue them! pursue them! remember your wrongs! Let your lances be drunk with their wounds. The souls of your wives shall rejoice As they welcome you back to your islands of bliss, And the breeze that refreshes the toil-throbbing brow Waft thither the song of your praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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