Ceas'd is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall From the drench'd roof;—yet murmurs the sunk wind Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find Whistling thro' yon cleft rock, and ruin'd wall. Loud roar the angry torrents, and appal Tho' distant.—A few stars, emerging kind, With green rays tremble thro' their misty shrouds; And the moon gleams between the sailing clouds On half the darken'd hill.—Now blasts remove The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain's brow, Full-orb'd she shines. Half sunk within its cove Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound:—and lo! Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove The vale's blue rills, and glitter as they flow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON |