Gleams through Wind Clouds
What is more dreary than the cold, bright sun
Strewn in sharp splashes on the cold, gray deep,
When black storm-wings magnificently sweep
The shuddering waters, though their thunder stun
The timid ear, the veins heroic run,
Thrilled with a grandeur that long years shall keep
In glorious memory; but here they creep
With a dull misery as of death begun!
The sun burns icily and mocks the trust
His beams had kindled; through his mask of lead
His smile is treason, and the bitter gust
Is not more chilling, as it crisps the dead
And gray-green ocean’s melancholy face,
Marring with livid blots its old titanic grace!
- Title
- Gleams through Wind Clouds
- Alternative Title
- What is more dreary than the cold, bright sun
- Bibliographic Citation
- "Unpublished Poems from the Manuscript Collection of Miss Bessy Grey of Little Compton," in Spies, Minnie Lee, George Shepard Burleigh. Masters’ Thesis, Department of English, Brown University, 1934, p. 42
- Date
- The "Unpublished Poems from the Manuscript Collection of Miss Bessy Grey of Little Compton" date from October 19, 1868 through March 29, 1899; Spies, Minnie Lee, George Shepard Burleigh. Masters’ Thesis, Department of English, Brown University, 1934, p. 32.
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