Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY MARCH WIND LED, by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The wild beleaguering march wind storms my door Last Line: Your evil power -- my soul ye shall not daunt. Alternate Author Name(s): Chandler, Ellen Louise Subject(s): Wind | ||||||||
THE wild, beleaguering March wind storms my door, And in his wake surges an army vast, -- Old Hopes, old Dreams, old Love, too dear to last, And all that made life glad in days of yore, Turned now to ghosts, and from their alien shore Come back for this one night to bring my Past, And vex me with its spell about me cast, Though It and I be parted evermore. Beleaguering host! I bid ye now avaunt! I will not listen, though ye call for aye. As pitiless as blasts from this March sky I found ye once. What right have ye to haunt This night that should be peaceful? I defy Your evil power -- my soul ye shall not daunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON |
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