At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the clouds and the towers by, Is a place of central calm; So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's palm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CAP AND BELLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |