LAST eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear; A peaceful glory crowned the waning west, And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest The semblance of a silvery robe did wear, Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near Wood, rivulet, field -- all Nature's face -- expressed The haunting presence of enchanted rest. One twilight star shone like a blissful tear, Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night! Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall; The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire; Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white; While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall, Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL |