WILD, rapid, dark, like dreams of threatening doom, Low cloud-racks scud before the level wind; Beneath them, the bare moorlands, blank and blind, Stretch, mournful, through pale lengths of glimmering gloom; Afar, grand mimic of the sea waves' boom, Hollow, yet sweet as if a Titan pined O'er deathless woes, yon mighty wood, consigned To autumn's blight, bemoans its perished bloom; The dim air creeps with a vague shuddering thrill Down from those monstrous mists the sea-gale brings, Half formless, inland, poisoning earth and sky; Most from yon black cloud, shaped like vampire wings O'er a lost angel's visage, deathly-still, Uplifted toward some dread eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS 1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE AELLA: MINSTREL'S MARRIAGE-SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |