A wild destruction struck out in the west: Embracing winds tore trees from parks and hills, Ripped roofs from houses, windows from their sills, And played weird pranks of havoc as a jest. At last the storm has worn itself to rest, The lashing wind no longer shrieks and shrills. A calm has settled on the earth that stills Our fears. We mend our homes -- the bird rebuilds her nest. We know not where the wind that fills the night May wreak its vengance on the world again. We know not when disaster next may blight Which house will crush and fall beneath the strain. But God rules all -- the wind that has such might Is calmed by Him and can no longer reign. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON THE BURIAL OF LOVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE FIRST INVOCATION IN A FULL SONG by THOMAS CAMPION THE SEA-SIDE CAVE by ALICE CARY SONNET: HE RAILS AGAINST DANTE, WHO CENSURED HIS HOMAGE TO BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA |