[Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) | ||
XXVIII
His wings are wet around his breast,The plume hangs dripping from his crest,
His eyes are blind with the lightning's glare,
And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare;
But he gave a shout, and his blade he drew,
He thrust before and he struck behind,
Till he pierced their cloudy bodies through,
And gashed their shadowy limbs of wind;
Howling, the misty spectres flew;
They rend the air with spiteful cries,
For he has gained the welkin blue,
And the land of clouds behind him lies.
[Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) | ||