THROUGH the large, stormy splendors of the night, When clouds made war, and spears of moonlight strove To penetrate their serried ranks and prove That braver than the darkness was the light, Yet failed before the storm-clouds' gathered might, I heard a voice cry, "Strong indeed is Love, But stronger Fate and Death, who hold above Their pitiless, high court, in Love's despite." Storm-cloud met storm-cloud, reeled, and shook, and fled, -- The old earth trembled at their mighty rage, -- Till, suddenly, a lark sang clear o'erhead, As if to share his joy he did engage All earth and heaven; and Night's wild war was done, And Love and Morning triumphed with the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON A MINIATURE by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AMBITION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |