In the distance a phalanx of black clouds descending upon the spot I sit in and read. Overhead the sky lit with the last rays of the day. I look down on my book, for a moment, it seems. When I look up again, the phalanx has not moved, but above me the sky has darkened, of itself perhaps, with the earth's revolution away from sun. Where I had seen a semblance of light now stands darkness, nearly as absolute as in the distance, and it has come upon me, as it were, from behind my back. I feel overtaken, caught between two pitiless forces. I have one recourse left: to bow my head and let the night reign above and within. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER by LI PO THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN THE SURF by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 2 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |