Little flocks of peaceful clouds, Lying in your fields so blue, While my eyes look up they see A black Ram coming close to you. He will scatter you poor flocks, He will tear up north and south; Lightning will come from his eye, And fierce thunder from his mouth. Little flocks of peaceful clouds, Soon there'll be a dreadful rout; That Ram's horns can toss big ships, Tear an oak tree's bowels out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |