A storm rides in the sky, The trees are lashing their long arms, The thunder crashes, The lightning flings its twisted silver Across the inky velvet Of the storm-wracked sky, While I In ecstasy look out upon this turpitude. God of the riding storm, Take me with Thee, in Thy mad whirl, And as You, in wild abandon, hurl The call, from tree to tree, Then will I, too, lean close to Thee 'Gainst some huge towering pine Whose lofty crown Will toss, and moan, and swirl, and whine In frenzied protestations, Here with my back, prest close against the bark Of this my "nature brother," I feel the quiver of its strength Throughout its glorious length, And I am one with Thee, God of the riding storm. My soul is free and glad, And I with joy am mad That I have found this unity Of Thee and me In one grand brotherhood Of Nature, Man, and God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE |