To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day; The last red leaf is whirl'd away, The rooks are blown about the skies; The forest crack'd, the waters curl'd, The cattle huddled on the lea; And wildly dash'd on tower and tree The sunbeam strikes along the world: And but for fancies, which aver That all thy motions gently pass Athwart a plane of molten glass, I scarce could brook the strain and stir That makes the barren branches loud; And but for fear it is not so, The wild unrest that lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |