Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CEASING OF THE STORM, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: The storm had well nigh gone; no fitful blast Last Line: Or lurks in bye-paths for the observant eye. Subject(s): Storms | ||||||||
The storm had well nigh gone; no fitful blast Lifted the weeping willow into heaven, To let it fall and weep again, downcast; How often is such fickle comfort given! How peaceful seemed the far up floating rook, Crossing with jetty wing the full white cloud, As to the blue beyond his way he took; While, in the grove, a lingering breeze allowed The sight to catch, 'mid play of wind and sun, The uncertain shadows of that woodland nook, Swallowing the silent shafts of light that run Along the spider's thread; on nature's book I love to pore, and mark what soars on high, Or lurks in bye-paths for the observant eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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