Stand up on high, ye crags and peaks, Ye knobs o'er whom the storm cloud reeks! Your hoary heads lay bare once more, While lightnings flash and thunders roar! Ye boon companions of the storm, No cloud-burst wild can do you harm. From angry blackness falls the rain; The lightning strikes and strikes again; In streaming sheets on mountain walls The gushing liquid madly falls. The storm rolls on and fills the plain -- And sunshine paints the crags again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE |