Classic Poem

The storm came on. The strong and awful thunder
Shook the wild air; the sudden lightning rent
The cowl of Night; and light and darkness blent
Blastingly together. The winds rushed under
The low-branched woods, and violently tore
His russet robes from Autumn's back, and threw
Them at his feet; and then the loud uproar
Fainted to silence audible; and a few
Rain-drops came down like tears! My love wept too,
But 'twas in pity part, and part in fear
For those at whom Wrath's bolt was hurled; the tear
She shed for sinners doomed — that pure heart-dew,
Was dear to heaven as those of agony
Bathing His godlike brow who wept in dark Gethsemane!