Classic Poem

The dun clouds quiver'd and half gleam'd, as if
Red flame behind them flicker'd: from their wombs
The lightnings shot to life, and instant tombs
In earth's green breast: then rattled, sharp and brief,
The musketry of heaven; and a boom
Went through the hills, and broketheir slumber deep, —
They lay like giants, muttering in sleep
At last methought it was the crack of doom!
Both fire and flood seem'd battling which should have
Our sweet green earth; and she, all meekness, turn'd
Her fair cheek to them. They, too fiercely brave,
Wasted their fruitless strength, and pass'd away;
And earth, the patient and forbearing, earn'd
A triumph which Resistance never may.