How strange to sit in this fantastic place With day deposed by maniacal night Like breath indrawn by pain. Dumbly, I face The orgies of this bombastic night: The wind in grasp of blind, vandalic power, Uproots the trees and gapes the trusting land; It smacks to splinters, turret, spire and tower, And snatches roofs with clutch of greedy hand. Our homes lie prostrate on the pasture bed And human cries stampede the placid earth: "O, day of promise, are your pledges dead That rivers maul for death and mock their girth?" Look, men who dare by war to throne your pride -- Look where the hurricane has fought -- and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL TELL'S BIRTHPLACE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL |