How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns The gathered tempest! from that lurid cloud The deep-voiced thunders roll, awful and loud, Though distant; while upon the misty downs Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain. I never saw so terrible a storm! Perhaps some way-worn traveller in vain Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form, Cold even as hope within him! I the while Pause me in sadness, though the sun-beams smile Cheerily round me. Ah, that thus my lot Might be with peace and solitude assigned, Where I might, from some little quiet cot, Sigh for the crimes and miseries of mankind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN EVENING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT DEEP SUMMER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL FAR EAST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CLEVEDON VERSES: 2. DORA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |