DARKNESS.

My hopes and my ambition all were down,

Like grass the mower turneth from its place;

The night's thick darkness was an angry frown,

And earth a tear upon the cheek of space.

The mighty fiend of storm in wild unrest,

By lightning stabbed, dragged slowly up the plain;

Great clots of light, like blood, dripped down his breast,

And from his open jaws fell foam in rain.