So SPAKE the voice: and as with a single life Instinct, the whole mass, fierce, irretainable, Down on that unsuspecting host swept; Down, with the fury of winds, that all night Upbrimming, sapping slowly the dyke, at dawn Fall through the breach o'er holmstead and harvest; and Heard roll a deluge: while the milkmaid Trips i' the dew, and remissly guiding Morn's first uneven furrow, the farmer's boy Dreams out his dream; so, over the multitude Safe-tented, uncontrolled and uncontrollably sped the Avenger's fury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES IF I AM SITTING CLOSE TO YOU by JESSIE DOWNS BELKNAP OF SUCH AS THESE by MARION L. BERTRAND |