The kindled clouds loom bright as burning smoke O'er the vast conflagration of the sky, Rain in their folds, and inland heavily Roll o'er the sodden fallows, all a-soak Under the glowing sunset. Since I woke, Till now with skirts updrawn sullenly fly The hosts of gloom, has rain, rain rushing by, Battered the woodlands with his watery stroke. In baffled rage, tempestuous melancholy, Throbs my oppress'd heart, as of one afar From some last field of death and victory; Who waits to hear his comrades' onset-volley, Swordless and sick. What means this ghostly war? What cause, what cloudy banner summons me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY ADVICE TO THE REVERENDS ON THEIR PREACHING SLOWLY by JOHN BYROM SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 31 by BLISS CARMAN THE MENDICANTS by BLISS CARMAN |