I I heard old Lobos storming in the night Through all its clefts and caverns; and the sound Swept from the craggy crests and deeps profound Up to the stars within the zenith height. What a mad tumult! Waves with fangs of white Gnawed at the rocky bases; bound on bound Leaped up the cliff sides to the lofty ground Where the gaunt cypress trees defied their might. I heard old Lobos storming, hurling wide Its trumpet of defiance to the seas, Daring them on, and flinging back their roar. Above in calm looked down the Pleiades: Above, Orion with majestic stride Moved on far over that wild line of shore. II Who has not looked on Lobos has not seen Nature in tragic majesty of mien. Who has not trod on Lobos has not known The face of Wonder intimately shown. Who has not stood on Lobos lingeringly Has never felt the passion of the sea. Dawn—noon—eve—midnight—the diurnal law; And upon Lobos an eternal awe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY by DARA WIER CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE AT THE SEASIDE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN IN THE GOLD ROOM by OSCAR WILDE |