WILD, rapid, dark, like dreams of threatening doom, Low cloud-racks scud before the level wind; Beneath them, the bare moorlands, blank and blind, Stretch, mournful, through pale lengths of glimmering gloom; Afar, grand mimic of the sea waves' boom, Hollow, yet sweet as if a Titan pined O'er deathless woes, yon mighty wood, consigned To autumn's blight, bemoans its perished bloom; The dim air creeps with a vague shuddering thrill Down from those monstrous mists the sea-gale brings, Half formless, inland, poisoning earth and sky; Most from yon black cloud, shaped like vampire wings O'er a lost angel's visage, deathly-still, Uplifted toward some dread eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |