EERILY the wind doth blow Through the woodland hollow; Eerily forlorn and low, Tremulous echoes follow! Whence the low wind's tortured plaint? Burden hopeless, dreary, As the anguished tones that faint Down the @3Miserere@1. Whence? From far-off seas its moan! Darksome waves and lonely, Where the tempest, overblown, Leaves a death-calm only. Thence it caught the awful cry Of some last pale swimmer, O'er whose drowning brain and eye Life grows dim and dimmer -- Ere the billows claim their prey, Settling stern and lonely. Where the storm-clouds, rolled away, Leave death-silence only! So with pain the wind-heart sighs; Through its sad commotion Weary sea-tides sob, and rise Wailing hints of Ocean! Hist! oh hist! as spreads the mist, Wood and hill-slope doming, By no grace of starlight kissed, 'Mid the shadowy gloaming, Drearier grows the wind, more drear Echoes shuddering follow, Till a place of doom and fear Seems that haunted hollow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |