The wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a madcap, galloping chase! I’ll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down The shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old […]
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between It is harping a lone and hungering strain To the eldritch weeping of the rain; And then to the wild, wet valley flying It is seeking, sighing, Something lost in the summer olden. When night […]
“It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.” Frederick Douglass
Musings of the Night 