I AROUND, the stillness deepened; then the grain Went wild with wind; and every briery lane Was swept with dust; and then, tempestuous black, Hillward the tempest heaved a monster back, That on the thunder leaned as on a cane; And on huge shoulders bore a cloudy pack, That gullied gold from many a lightning-crack: One great drop splashed and wrinkled down the pane, And then field, hill, and wood were lost in rain. II At last, through clouds, -- as from a cavern hewn Into night's heart, -- the sun burst, angry roon; And every cedar, with its weight of wet, Against the sunset's fiery splendour set, Frightened to beauty, seemed with rubies strewn: Then in drenched gardens, like sweet phantoms met, Dim odours rose of pink and mignonette; And in the East a confidence, that soon Grew to the calm assurance of the moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL |