 | The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 |  |
THE CONTRAST
The gray clouds fly,—
There is war on high,—
Their pennons flying, their soldiers dying;
They fall in rain,
But they leave no stain.
There is war on high,—
Their pennons flying, their soldiers dying;
They fall in rain,
But they leave no stain.
But the heart's flight
In the gloomy night,
Its trusting over, its changing lover!
There falls no rain,
But tears that pain.
In the gloomy night,
Its trusting over, its changing lover!
There falls no rain,
But tears that pain.
| The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 | |