LAST eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear; A peaceful glory crowned the waning west, And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest The semblance of a silvery robe did wear, Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near Wood, rivulet, field -- all Nature's face -- expressed The haunting presence of enchanted rest. One twilight star shone like a blissful tear, Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night! Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall; The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire; Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white; While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall, Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCENSE BURNER by ABUS SALT ONE PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) RETURN OF THE NATIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPITAPH ON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SUSAN, COUNTESS OF MONTGOMERY by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PIETRO OF ABANO by ROBERT BROWNING ELAYNE LE BLANC by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON LIVING BY FAITH by PHOEBE CARY |