When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
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Caught in the middle of dire change- the dark clouds of civil war approaching to pit brother against brother. He certainly caught the brutality and fearsomeness of the changing time
My country's ills! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Apparently this was written just as the Civil War was about to break out.
Storms are formed behind the storms we feel...... Man's foulest crimes may end sometime for human goodness we can wish. A great poem.
i muse when i see many literal works but everyone is to lazy and not ready to read(learn) a line.
Thank you for a soul searching poem.