In the west pile the stormclouds, and bluegrass and roses Bend low in the grey of the west wind while closes Each loud-slamming shutter. By the hurrying flashes The coops clatter down and the sheeted rain slashes Ere the wind-tumbled flock finds the home-roost, while crying Up the gale, go glad children on wild pinions flying. The gulfed heavens darken and black thunder, sending Its vivid light, shows where the cherry-trees, bending, Snap under young fruit; bushes prostrated, pending The onslaught of swift serried rainsheets, storm-driven; While the outbuildings give in the wind. Scotched and scriven The etched lightning dies. Above garrulous gutter The tall hill-crown's arched promise its radiant hope utters While, purple the heart of the orchard still mutters. The waters, clear, rippled, in the sunset light falling, Spread out to the big ditch; from the ridgepole's perch calling, The robin, the rainbow foretelling, forestalling. The last gusts the grasses enfringe and enfeather, Beaten prone in the wet fragrant weather, God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON CURE FOR AFFLICTIONS by ARCHILOCHUS ON A FOUNTAIN AND ITS ARCHITECT by PHILIP AYRES |