LAST eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear; A peaceful glory crowned the waning west, And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest The semblance of a silvery robe did wear, Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near Wood, rivulet, field -- all Nature's face -- expressed The haunting presence of enchanted rest. One twilight star shone like a blissful tear, Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night! Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall; The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire; Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white; While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall, Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST VOYAGE OF JOHN CABOT [1497] by KATHARINE LEE BATES BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |