YOU fools behind the panes who peer At the strong black anger of the sky, Come out and feel the storm swing by, Aye, take its blow on your lips, and hear The wind in the branches cry. No. Leave us to the day's device, Draw to your blinds and take your ease, Grow peak'd in the face and crook'd in the knees; Your sinews could not pay the price When the storm goes through the trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK by BERNARD BARTON STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD THE LAST MAN: RECOLLECTION OF EARLY LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |