THE landscape, like the awed face of a child Grew curiously blurred; a hush of death Fell on the fields, and in the darkened wild The zephyr held its breath. No wavering glamour-work of light and shade Dappled the shivering surface of the brook; The frightened ripples in their ambuscade Of willows trilled and shook. The sullen day grew darker, and anon Dim flashes of pent anger lit the sky; With rumbling wheels of wrath came rolling on the storm's artillery. The cloud above put on its blackest frown, And then, as with a vengeful cry of pain, The lightning snatched it, ripped and flung it down In raveled shreds of rain: While I, transfigured by some wondrous art, Bowed with the thirsty lilies to the sod, My empty soul brimmed over, and my heart Drenched with the love of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN ON THE MASSACRE by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP FAREWELL TO ELIZA by ROBERT BURNS THE OLD BEECH TREE by EDWARD R. CAMPBELL |