The prophet of disaster ceased to shout. SomethIng was going right outsIde the hall. A rain though stmgy had begun to fall That rather hurt his theory of the drought And all the great convention was about A cheer went up that shook the mottoed wall. He did as Shakespeare says, you may recall, Good orators will do when they are out. Yet in rus heart he was unshaken sure The drought was one no SpIt of raIn could cure. It was the drought of deserts. Earth would soon Be uninhabitable as the moon. What for that matter had it ever been? Who advised man to come and live thereIn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON MORNING TWILIGHT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |