I SEE in the forest coverts The sheen of shimmering lights; They gleam from the dusky shadows, They flash from the ghostly heights: No lights of the tranquil homestead Or the hostel warm are they; But warring flames of the Titan fire Which stormed through the woods today. Each darts with an aimless passion, Or sinks into lurid rest Like the crest of a wounded serpent drooped On the scales of its treacherous breast. Let them idly dart and quiver, Or sink into lurid rest -- Above, like a child-saint's face in heaven, There's a sole, sweet star in the west. Ah! slowly the earth-lights wither; But the star, like a saintly face, Shines on, with the steadfast strength of peace, In its God-appointed place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYNTHIA SPORTING by PHILIP AYRES A CHARACTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |