Deep with divine tautology,
The sunset's mighty mystery
Again has traced the scroll-like west
With hieroglyphs of burning gold:
Forever new, forever old,
Its miracle is manifest.
Time lays the scroll away. And now
Above the hills a giant brow
Of cloud Night lifts; and from his arm,
Barbaric black, upon the world,
With thunder, wind and fire, is hurled
His awful argument of storm.
What part, O man, is yours in such?
Whose awe and wonder are in touch
With Nature,-speaking rapture to
Your soul,-yet leaving in your reach
No human word of thought or speech
Commensurate with the thing you view.
Sunset And Storm
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: away, cloud, fire, nature, night, sunset, time, wind, world, soul, rapture, human, deep, speech, storm, mystery, touch, miracle, gold, thunder, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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