Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing, Suit not my distracted mind. In the cause of Right engaged, Wrongs injurious to redress, Honour's war we strongly waged, But the Heavens denied success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before us -- But a world without a friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN |