High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.
All down the mountain sides wild forests lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind,
Rivers their banks in their jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.
Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing forever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lighning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.
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beautiful poem. it brought out some wierd emotions.
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Amazing imagery...I simply love it! Marvelous poem!
Your Cerulean Dreamer,
Michele -
hoping you write more
this is incredible. -
terrible
your all out of your minds...this poem was not meant for the ages, a pathetic statement from man to god. -
It's a nice, classic poem. What some people OUGHT to give to write so eloquently...(not me, thank you, I'd give to write like Kafka, Poe, Grisham, King, etc, rather than this...I want something to gift my prose, not my poetry. LOL)
It's always good to return to a root to see how it WAS done. Learn from history, boys and girls.
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I think this piece is amazingly dramatic, this should be read loud with a touch of drama, so strong is the voice in this poem, it couldn't be resighted quietly.
Andrew
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