In a wild merriment of wind and bird God's gusty laughter swept me by but now Upon my desperate errand, wondering how Her heart would bear the truth, who ne'er had heard Death's sudden and irrevocable word. Yet all was light upon the upland brow. Rich golden acres, fruitful from the plough, Languished in light. The great sun smiled unstirred. Then my heart raged against such cruel mirth And to my lips there sprang a bitter cry, "Would I were Samson, O thou mocking sky, To bring thee ruining to this careless earth! O proud and callous Beauty, flaunting by Blind to our agonies of death and birth!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: FAREWELL DARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |