Ever the wind beats on my fastened door, My bolted window and my sheltered walls; Descends the chimney and invades the room. I thought to guard against it. Come not, come not! Tempestuous one! For all my bars are useless straws That break like threads of silk Against your urgent stress. Winds that arouse the sea, That stir the hills' sweet calm, Whither away? O stay, Stay, dauntless one! See my raised casement! I unbar the door! Fearful this silence that pervades the night; Silence and darkness and a shrouded calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |