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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SALISBURY PLAIN, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY
First Line: When hurricanes blow I love to be hurled
Last Line: Of the wrestlings of man with god.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
First Line: When hurricanes blow I love to be hurled
Last Line: Of the wrestlings of man with god.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
WHEN hurricanes blow I love to be hurled
On that eerie plain
Where the wind in pain
Wanders with wolfish eye;
Where the peewits fly
With their mournful cry,
Like souls from the underworld.
Where the spirits of dead men under the sod
At midnight deep
Are awaked from sleep
To whirl in the wind and wail;
And the pillars pale
Tell their awful tale
Of the wrestlings of man with God.
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