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Poem by Paul Hamilton Hayne


A Morning after Storm


ALL night the north wind blew; the harsh north rain
Lashed like a spiteful whip at roof and sill.
Now the pale morning lowers, bewildered, chill,
Leaning her cheek against the misted pane,
Like some worn outcast, sick in heart and brain.
The wind that raved all night, though muttering still,
Moans fitfully, with faint, irresolute will,
Through dreary interludes, its low refrain.
In desolate mood I turn to rest once more,
Closing my senses to this hopeless morn,
This dismal wind. Still must the morning gloom,
Still the low sighing pass sleep's muffled door,
Till her veiled life is filled with dreams forlorn,
With hollow sounds and bodeful shapes of doom.



Paul Hamilton Hayne


Paul Hamilton Hayne's other poems:
  1. A New Version of Why the Robins Breast Is Red
  2. The Old Man of the Sea
  3. In Harbor
  4. A Plea for the Gray
  5. A Meeting of the Birds


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