Little flocks of peaceful clouds, Lying in your fields so blue, While my eyes look up they see A black Ram coming close to you. He will scatter you poor flocks, He will tear up north and south; Lightning will come from his eye, And fierce thunder from his mouth. Little flocks of peaceful clouds, Soon there'll be a dreadful rout; That Ram's horns can toss big ships, Tear an oak tree's bowels out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SAILOR; A ROMAIC BALLAD by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |