UP leapt the wave as a wild unbroken stallion High into the air flinging wild his spumy mane, When after sojourn long in the stilly lowland ways I, on a night of storm, beheld the sea again. Loud shrieked the wind with his shrilly voice reverberate; Wave after wave charged the rocky ledge of land; There, as I stood alone, before the sea's dishevelling, Calm breathed my spirit on the storm-embattled strand. Up in the sky, seeking cover like a frighted thing, Swift fled the moon letting fall her misty beams; Far on the foamy main the breakers roared unceasingly Whipt by the wind to a rage of writhing streams. Hast thou, O Nature, hidden sorrows inconsolable? Doth thy deep soul ache with agonies uneased? Are the wild storms but thy salt tears falling bitterly, And the loud winds but thy wailing unappeased? Dost thou too suffer, O great Mother from whose womb we come? We ev'n as thou in thy nights of blackest shade, Writhe in our pain with our stormy passions goading us; In thine own image, prone to darkness are we made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE THE ARTIST PHILOSOPHER by DAISY MAUD BELLIS PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION |