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Storm and Rain (Kasiprasad Ghose)

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The mighty demons of the storm have met

In battle fierce. Relentless anger fires

Their bosoms, proud of desolating power.

Their swords in rapid wavings flash; and oft

In lightning gleams illume the darkened earth.

Hark! how they vaunt in thunder deep and loud,

And madly howling, rave athwart the arch

Of heaven; convolving Gunga's waters deep;

Which wildly running to and fro, dismayed,

Or upward bounding high, appear as if

They wish to break loose from their beds to fly

The tempest's rage. Beneath its headlong speed

Reft of her beauties green, fair Nature quakes

Affrighted; and upon the plain are strewed

Leaves, arms, and trunks of many a giant tree

Felled by their wrath.

But soon unto the clouds,

Which darkly frown upon the earth, as though

In hate and envy, fly the tempest fiends;

And there, bound by some unknown, powerful charm,

They roar as if once more they would descend

And sweep the world before their furious course

Blasting the fairest scenes of Nature fair

With demon strength and hate.

The ruthless storm

Is past. Cloud upon cloud is piled along

The darksome brow of yonder skies, enshrouding

The face of the bright Sun, who o'er the earth

High on his throne of ether, erst did reign

In splendour cloudless, dazzling, yet serene.

The gathering darkness deepens round; as if

The spell of awe hath bound the face of heaven—

The spell which but the poet's gifted eye

Can trace; and but his flexile heart can feel

Attracted.

Now the floods of heaven unsealed

At once burst forth in torrents, deluging

The shrinking earth: and as the clouds become

Dispersed and thinner by the wandering breeze,

The glories of the broad, meridian Sun

Descend and sparkle. But the firmament

Still pours its genial springs of crystal rain,

Which, brightened by the solar beams, appear

Like showers of liquid radiance falling down,

A blessed gift to Man from favouring heaven.

The little shrubs, which ere long drooped beneath

The summer Sun's refulgent noontide, now

Reviving, raise their heads and put forth all

Their verdurous majesty. Each leaf is decked

With drops of rain, like pearls and diamonds bright

Quivering in the gentle gale, which breathes

Delightful fragrance round.

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Autor
Kashiprasad Ghosh
Título
Storm and Rain (Kasiprasad Ghose)
Lengua
inglés
Época
Romanticismo
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La Biblioteca
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Kashiprasad Ghosh, «Storm and Rain (Kasiprasad Ghose)», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-storm-and-rain-kasiprasad-ghose--kashiprasad-ghosh-146a7a.html

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