Wind and the whirling of white mists Through the desolate night. And there are voices on the wind: Roaring horns, hoarse cries of battle! The dark wind, Endlessly whirling the white mists. The pale mists Wavering, unsteady, break before dawn: They hurriedly vanish. The low talk, the sombre yells of despair, These are lost on the long wind: But the jarring thunder of sea-chariots racing Shoreward, yet holds my soul and keeps it from gaining sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN |