THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down. Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night. Star upon struggling star strives into sight, Star after shuddering star the deep storms drown. The very throne of night, her very crown, A man lays hand on, and usurps her right. Song from the highest of heaven's imperious height Shoots, as a fire to smite some towering town. Rage, anguish, harrowing fear, heart-crazing crime, Make monstrous all the murderous face of Time Shown in the spheral orbit of a glass Revolving. Earth cries out from all her graves. Frail, on frail rafts, across wide-wallowing waves, Shapes here and there of child and mother pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 17. THE DIFFICULT ADVENTURE by PHILIP AYRES |