Ever the wind beats on my fastened door, My bolted window and my sheltered walls; Descends the chimney and invades the room. I thought to guard against it. Come not, come not! Tempestuous one! For all my bars are useless straws That break like threads of silk Against your urgent stress. Winds that arouse the sea, That stir the hills' sweet calm, Whither away? O stay, Stay, dauntless one! See my raised casement! I unbar the door! Fearful this silence that pervades the night; Silence and darkness and a shrouded calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND GILBERT: 2. THE WELCOME HOME by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |