The stormy evening closes now in vain, Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain, While here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, I hear the wind abroad, I hark the calling squalls''" 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'you burst your cheeks in vain! Blow, blow,' I cry, 'my love is home again!' Yon ship you chase perchance but yesternight Bore still the precious freight of my delight, That here in sheltered house With fire-ypainted walls, Now hears the wind abroad, Now harks the calling squalls. 'Blow, blow,' I cry, 'in vain you rouse the sea, My rescued sailor shares the fire with me!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE THE BOOK OF THEL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |