As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain -- As I lie Snug and dry, And hear the birds complain: Oh, billow on billow, Oh, roar on roar, Over me wash The seas of war. Over me -- down -- down -- Lunges and plunges The huge gun with its one blind eye, The armored train, And, swooping out of the sky, The aeroplane. Down -- down -- The army proudly swinging Under gay flags, The glorious dead heaped up like rags, A church with bronze bells ringing, A city all towers, Gardens of lovers and flowers, The round world swinging In the light of the sun: All broken, undone, All down -- under Black surges of thunder. . . . Oh, billow on billow, Oh, roar on roar, Over me wash The seas of war. . . . As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain -- As I lie Snug and dry, And hear the birds complain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES |