I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head against the rough bark. "Protect me," I said. "I am a lost child." But the tree showered silver drops on my face and hair. A wind sprang up from the ends of the earth; It lashed the forest together. A huge green wave thundered and burst over my head. I prayed, implored, "Please take care of me!" But the wind pulled at my cloak and the rain beat upon me. Little rivers tore up the ground and swamped the bushes. A frenzy possessed the earth: I felt that the earth was drowning In a bubbling cavern of space. I alone -- Smaller than the smallest fly -- was alive and terrified. Then for what reason I know not, I became triumphant "Well, kill me!" I cried and ran out into the open. But the storm ceased: the sun spread his wings And floated serene in the silver pool of the sky. I put my hands over my face: I was blushing. And the trees swung together and delicately laughed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: TO THE READER (2) by WILLIAM BASSE AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |