The stormy evening closes now in vain, Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain, While here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, I hear the wind abroad, I hark the calling squalls''" 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'you burst your cheeks in vain! Blow, blow,' I cry, 'my love is home again!' Yon ship you chase perchance but yesternight Bore still the precious freight of my delight, That here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, Now hears the wind abroad, Now harks the calling squalls. 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'in vain you rouse the sea, My rescued sailor shares the fire with me!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SONG OF FIONNUALA by THOMAS MOORE |