Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)

After the Tornado

LAST eve the earth was calm, the heavens were clear;
A peaceful glory crowned the waning west,
And yonder distant mountain's hoary crest
The semblance of a silvery robe did wear,
Shot through with moon-wrought tissues; far and near
Wood, rivulet, field--all Nature's face--expressed
The haunting presence of enchanted rest.
One twilight star shone like a blissful tear,
Unshed. But now, what ravage in a night!
Yon mountain height fades in its cloud-girt pall;
The prostrate wood lies smirched with rain and mire;
Through the shorn fields the brook whirls, wild and white;
While o'er the turbulent waste and woodland fall,
Glares the red sunrise, blurred with mists of fire!

1. Welcome to Winter
2. Queen Galena, Or The Sultan Betrayed
3. A Lyrical Picture
4. The Soul-Conflict
5. Now, While the Rear-Guard of the Flying Year

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