WINDS! @3are@1 they winds? -- or myriad ghosts, that shriek? Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas, Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides, Whose voices now of tide-born terror speak In tones to blanch the boldest listener's cheek? Hark! how they thunder down the far-off leas, Sweep the scourged hills, and smite the woodland trees, To die where towers yon glittering mountain-peak! A moment's stillness! Then with lustier might Of wing and voice, these marvellous wraiths of air Fill with dread sound the ominous heights of night. Athwart their stormful breath the star-throngs fade: How dimmed is Cassiopaeia's radiant chair, While Perseus droops, touched by transfiguring shade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. |