Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne Complete edition with numerous illustrations |
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Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||
AFTER THE TORNADO.
Last eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear;A peaceful glory crowned the waning west,
And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest
The semblance of a silvery robe did wear,
Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near
Wood, rivulet, field—all Nature's face—expressed
The haunting presence of enchanted rest.
One twilight star shone like a blissful tear,
Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night!
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The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire;
Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white;
While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall,
Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire!
Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||