OH would that the darkness would cover the face of the land, Oh would that a cloud would shroud the face of high heaven, Would blot out the stars, and hush, hush, hush the winds of the west, That the sons of men might sink into utter rest, Forgetting the God in whose name their fathers had striven Might strive no longer and slumber as slumbers the desert sand. That then, oh, my God, should Thy lightnings flash forth, That Thy voice, oh, Jehovah, should burst on mine ear In the thunder that rolls from the east and the north And thy laugh on the rushing of winds that bear The myriad, myriad sounds of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE FOOL AND THE POET by ALEXANDER POPE A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LOVE SONNET by GEORGE HENRY BOKER HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS BLINDNESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |