GRETA, what fearful listening! when huge stones Rumble along thy bed, block after block: Or, whirling with reiterated shock, Combat, while darkness aggravates the groans: But if thou (like Cocytus from the moans Heard on his rueful margin) thence wert named The Mourner, thy true nature was defamed, And the habitual murmur that atones For thy worst rage, forgotten. Oft as Spring Decks, on thy sinuous banks, her thousand thrones Seats of glad instinct and love's carolling, The concert, for the happy, then may vie With liveliest peals of birth-day harmony: To a grieved heart, the notes are benisons. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TWILIT HARMONY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AFTER-SIGHT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |