IN the hush of early even The clouds came flocking over, Till the last wind fell from heaven And no bird cried. Darkly the clouds were flocking, Shadows moved and deepened, Then paused; the poplar's rocking Ceased; the light hung still Like a painted thing, and deadly. Then from the cloud's side flickered Sharp lightning, thrusting madly At the cowering fields. Thrice the fierce cloud lighten'd, Down the hill slow thunder trembled; Day in her cave grew frightened, Crept away, and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AUTUMN SOLILOQUY by ELSIE DINWIDDIE BARTLETT A MORNING PIECE; WRITTEN IN ABSENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHILD'S APPEAL by MAMIE GENE COLE ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY MIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING by WILLIAM COWPER |