In a wild merriment of wind and bird God's gusty laughter swept me by but now Upon my desperate errand, wondering how Her heart would bear the truth, who ne'er had heard Death's sudden and irrevocable word. Yet all was light upon the upland brow. Rich golden acres, fruitful from the plough, Languished in light. The great sun smiled unstirred. Then my heart raged against such cruel mirth And to my lips there sprang a bitter cry, "Would I were Samson, O thou mocking sky, To bring thee ruining to this careless earth! O proud and callous Beauty, flaunting by Blind to our agonies of death and birth!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER |