AT midnight wakening, through my startled brain The sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain; I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. Overhead In one long, loud, reverberant peal of dread, Ceaseless it rolled, till as a sea of fire, The climax gained, must wave by wave retire; So, half-reluctant, up the heights of space The refluent thunder softened into grace, Its deep, harsh menace changed to murmurs low As the lost south wind's, muffled in the snow; Waning through whisperous echoes less and less Till the last echo sleeps in gentleness. Thus 'minded am I of that law of old Which down the slopes of awful Sinai rolled, Smote men with judgment terrors; yet, at last, The lightning flame and mystic tumult passed, Lapsed down the ages, echoing less and ness, Jehovah's wrath, till, changed to tenderness, The vengeful law, which once man's faith sufficed, Melts into mercy on the heart of Christ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON THE RACING CARS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |