THE rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing Each other in their wrath, Their wet leaves wildly dashing Across the forest path. We did not heed the sweeping Of storm-bewildered rain; Our cheeks were wet with weeping, Our hearts were wrung with pain. For where the cross-roads sever, Parting to East and West, We bade good-bye for ever, To what we each loved best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA PSALM 73: INTRODUCTORY LINES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |