@2I@1N a flash the rain roars down, Tearing a way to the ground With a splashing, unmusical sound, With a quivering, quick rebound,— Striking each dusty town Into a gloom of the flood, Into a chill of the blood, At the ravenous roar of the rain. The thunder struggles for breath, Beaten with moanings of ire, Mad with a rebel desire,— Lightning, its heart of fire, Goads it to desperate death,— Fear follows everywhere, On the earth and the sea and the air, Forebodings of terror and pain. Then the voice of the sea outcries:— "All my waves have in anger arisen, Scorning my bosom a prison, Lashing me while I listen To the prayer as of one who dies: 'O Infinite Love, come thou, Save me and pilot me now!' And straight there is silence again." Low earth-murmurs kindle and loom, And its secrets have thickened the sky, Till it sweeps them before the fierce eye Of the hurricane hurrying by. Clash all the drivings of doom,— Storm! and the world in collapse,— Despair! were it not that perhaps There's a whispering promise-refrain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN EVENING MYSTERY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |