The wind has reverenced the splendor of the night. Westward upon the green and saffron light Of dusk it passed, with vasty wings and voice not low, Fleeing with awe the splendor of the night. Were I the wind to-night, the tangled stars and snow My aweless wings' unfettered might would know. O joy, the tranced splendor of the air to shake And starward hurl like spray the errant snow! Ah, for the tyranny of furious wings, to wake Superb, this ecstasy of calm; to slake My passion-winnowed heart with tempests' windy woe! I would to-night the storms were all awake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |