WINDS! @3are@1 they winds? -- or myriad ghosts, that shriek? Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas, Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides, Whose voices now of tide-born terror speak In tones to blanch the boldest listener's cheek? Hark! how they thunder down the far-off leas, Sweep the scourged hills, and smite the woodland trees, To die where towers yon glittering mountain-peak! A moment's stillness! Then with lustier might Of wing and voice, these marvellous wraiths of air Fill with dread sound the ominous heights of night. Athwart their stormful breath the star-throngs fade: How dimmed is Cassiopaeia's radiant chair, While Perseus droops, touched by transfiguring shade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE |