THE rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing Each other in their wrath, Their wet leaves wildly dashing Across the forest path. We did not heed the sweeping Of storm-bewildered rain; Our cheeks were wet with weeping, Our hearts were wrung with pain. For where the cross-roads sever, Parting to East and West, We bade good-bye for ever, To what we each loved best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RHOECUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 54 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |