I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the Wind That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost -- A midnight harmony; and wholly lost To the general sense of men by chains confined Of business, care, or pleasure; or resigned To timely sleep. Thought I, the impassioned strain, Which, without aid of numbers, I sustain, Like acceptation from the World will find. Yet some with apprehensive ear shall drink A dirge devoutly breathed o'er sorrows past; And to the attendant promise will give heed -- The prophecy, -- like that of this wild blast, Which, while it makes the heart with sadness shrink, Tells also of bright calms that shall succeed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE TO GERMANY by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD BLACK GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFFMUIR by ROBERT BURNS UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |