I HEARD the footfall of the hail; The armies of the sky Were coming down amid the gale, And rank on rank marched by. I heard the thunder's cannonade, The beating of his drum; I saw the lightning's flashing blade -- The hosts of heaven had come! The mighty legions crossed the roofs And stormed the distant hill; Faint grew the sound of tramping hoofs, And lo! then all was still. At morn I saw dead crimson leaves Far o'er the wide world tossed; And now the lonely Autumn grieves For all that she has lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |