THE sky was soft with tender blue, As heaven itself were shining through, And far above our restless world Its bannered peace was wide unfurled. The distant mountains' purple line Was bathed in splendor all divine, And seemed the valley's cup to brim With waves of beauty to the rim. The very wind was soft and sweet That rocked the grass-blades at our feet, And gently did the zephyrs blow Across the buckwheat's billowy snow. When lo, a change! The tranquil sky Grew dark,—the thick clouds drifted by; Like battled hosts in war's array, Their vengeful ranks assault the day! And grim and sullen, fold on fold, They hide the summer's shining gold, Till wood and field and wayside path Are menaced in their stormy wrath. Still o'er them soft that tender blue, With heaven's brightness gleaming through, All steadfast, radiant, undismayed, Too lifted up to be afraid. And while we shivered in the gray Thick-falling gloom that wrapped the day, Lo, touched by spears of sunny light, The clouds were edged with sparkling white! Ah! looked on from the heaven-side, They surely must be glorified, And where God sees them, floating fair, Seem isles of peace in upper air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW CIVIL WAR by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY SHE BEGINING TO STUDY PHISICK ... FALLS INTO A DEGRESSION ON ANATOMY by JANE BARKER |