EERILY the wind doth blow Through the woodland hollow; Eerily forlorn and low, Tremulous echoes follow! Whence the low wind's tortured plaint? Burden hopeless, dreary, As the anguished tones that faint Down the @3Miserere@1. Whence? From far-off seas its moan! Darksome waves and lonely, Where the tempest, overblown, Leaves a death-calm only. Thence it caught the awful cry Of some last pale swimmer, O'er whose drowning brain and eye Life grows dim and dimmer -- Ere the billows claim their prey, Settling stern and lonely. Where the storm-clouds, rolled away, Leave death-silence only! So with pain the wind-heart sighs; Through its sad commotion Weary sea-tides sob, and rise Wailing hints of Ocean! Hist! oh hist! as spreads the mist, Wood and hill-slope doming, By no grace of starlight kissed, 'Mid the shadowy gloaming, Drearier grows the wind, more drear Echoes shuddering follow, Till a place of doom and fear Seems that haunted hollow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE |