So SPAKE the voice: and as with a single life Instinct, the whole mass, fierce, irretainable, Down on that unsuspecting host swept; Down, with the fury of winds, that all night Upbrimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn Fall through the breach o'er holmstead and harvest; and Heard roll a deluge: while the milkmaid Trips i' the dew, and remissly guiding Morn's first uneven furrow, the farmer's boy Dreams out his dream; so, over the multitude Safe-tented, uncontrolled and uncontrollably sped the Avenger's fury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |