THE wild, beleaguering March wind storms my door, And in his wake surges an army vast, -- Old Hopes, old Dreams, old Love, too dear to last, And all that made life glad in days of yore, Turned now to ghosts, and from their alien shore Come back for this one night to bring my Past, And vex me with its spell about me cast, Though It and I be parted evermore. Beleaguering host! I bid ye now avaunt! I will not listen, though ye call for aye. As pitiless as blasts from this March sky I found ye once. What right have ye to haunt This night that should be peaceful? I defy Your evil power -- my soul ye shall not daunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 143. DOMINE EXAUDI by THOMAS WYATT THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |