ITS impossible ascent was steep, As are the million pillars of a shower Torn, shivered, and dashed hard against the earth, When Day no longer breathes, but through the hours The ghost of chaos haunts the ruined sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BRIDE AND GROOM by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS |