THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down. Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night. Star upon struggling star strives into sight, Star after shuddering star the deep storms drown. The very throne of night, her very crown, A man lays hand on, and usurps her right. Song from the highest of heaven's imperious height Shoots, as a fire to smite some towering town. Rage, anguish, harrowing fear, heart-crazing crime, Make monstrous all the murderous face of Time Shown in the spheral orbit of a glass Revolving. Earth cries out from all her graves. Frail, on frail rafts, across wide-wallowing waves, Shapes here and there of child and mother pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON SOLOMON AND THE WITCH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |