IN WHICH THE MOON WAS PERFECTLY CLEAR, WHILE THE TEMPEST GATHERED IN VARIOUS DIRECTIONS NEAR THE EARTH What awful pageants crowd the evening sky! The low horizon gathering vapours shroud; Sudden, from many a deep-embattled cloud Terrific thunders burst, and lightnings fly -- While in serenest azure, beaming high, Night's regent, of her calm pavilion proud, Gilds the dark shadows that beneath her lie, Unvex'd by all their conflicts fierce and loud. -- So, in unsullied dignity elate, A spirit conscious of superior worth, In placid elevation firmly great, Scorns the vain cares that give Contention birth; And blest with peace above the shocks of Fate, Smiles at the tumult of the troubled earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |