09.08.2014, 14:07
HOT NORTH WIND
DOWN from the north a wind like rolling thunder
Comes with a haze of dust along the sky,
The trees are bent, their branches torn asunder
Like straining wings that battle as they fly,
Or men stooped forward as in act to run ;
The tongues of flame that lick the panting earth
Scorch with the double fire of wind and sun ;
The grass is withered by the parching dearth,
And heaps of flowers now devoid of scent
Lie scattered in the ruin of the day ;
All nature fails ; the very streams are spent
To sate the thirsting wind, whose burning sway
Wrecks the thick breathing earth that lately was
Robed in a waving garment of young grass.
DOWN from the north a wind like rolling thunder
Comes with a haze of dust along the sky,
The trees are bent, their branches torn asunder
Like straining wings that battle as they fly,
Or men stooped forward as in act to run ;
The tongues of flame that lick the panting earth
Scorch with the double fire of wind and sun ;
The grass is withered by the parching dearth,
And heaps of flowers now devoid of scent
Lie scattered in the ruin of the day ;
All nature fails ; the very streams are spent
To sate the thirsting wind, whose burning sway
Wrecks the thick breathing earth that lately was
Robed in a waving garment of young grass.