HE. 'COME, let us climb to the height, Peak after peak in the sun, As the rays brighten, grow rosy and lighten, Now that the thunder has done.' SHE. 'Nay; through the leafage, the light Gentlier glimmers below; See through the valley the rivulets sally, Singing aloud as they go.' HE. 'Grandly, ah! grandly the hill Broke the black storm on its crest; All the cliff under went leaping the thunder, Growling away in the west.' SHE. 'Here it is restful and still; Only the drops from the trees, Where the shades darkle, fall slowly and sparkle, -- Here there is solace and ease.' HE. 'Child, but the eagle above, Now that the mists are withdrawn, Never wing-weary, sails up from his eyrie, E'en to the eye of the dawn.' SHE. 'Ah, but below us the dove, Crooning for joy on the nest, Fills with soft slumber the leaves without number, Shadow and quiet are best.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |