Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

In the Storm

With laughing eyes and storm-blown hair
    You came to my bedside;
I thought your living soul was there,
    And that my dreams had lied;

But ere my lips had power to speak
    A word of love to you,
The moonlight fell upon your cheek,
    And it was of death's hue.

Sudden I heard the storm arise,
    I heard its summons roll:
Wistful and wondering your eyes
    Were fading from my soul.

The moonlight waned, and shadows thick
    Went keening on the storm--
Ah! for the quiet that was quick,
    The cold heart that was warm!

1. Dublin Tramcars
2. The Stars Stand up in the Air
3. Averil
4. Of the Man of My First Play
5. The Philistine

Madison Cawein In the Storm ("Over heaven clouds are drifted")

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