DULL thunders moan around the Temple rock, And deep in hollow caves, far underneath. The lonely watchman feels the sullen shock, His footsteps timing as the low winds breathe; Hark! from the Shrine is ask'd, What steadfast heart Dares in the storm go forth? Who takes the Almighty's part? And with a bold gleam flush'd, full many a brow Is raised to say, "Behold me, Lord, and send!" But ere the words be breathed, some broken vow Remember'd, ties the tongue; and sadly blend With faith's pure incense, clouds of conscience dim, And faltering tones of guilt mar the Confessor's hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DIRTY OLD MAN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |