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Poem by 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!
Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall;
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!

Paul Hamilton Hayne

Paul Hamilton Hayne's other poems:
  1. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun
  2. O God! What Glorious Seasons Bless Thy World!
  3. УThe Old Man of the SeaФ
  4. The Laughing Hours before Her Feet
  5. Too Oft the Poet in Elaborate Verse

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