Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY THREE GUESTS: GRIEF, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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First Line: A storm is raging and a fierce wind blows
Last Line: Destroying rest at night and happy days.
Subject(s): Grief; Storms; Sorrow; Sadness


A STORM is raging and a fierce wind blows,
While awesome peals of thunder rend the air;
Like darting tongues of flame the lightning throws,
Below and overhead, a lurid glare.
Who is it breasts the angry wind and rain
And hies with frighted steps across the plain?

A being weird and wild, with look of woe,
With garments torn and drifting with the gale;
Whose flowing locks in great disorder show
An eager, haggard face that's deathly pale.
The frantic accents and the falling tears,
Together fill my heart with nameless fears.
With garments dripping from the beating rain,
It wrings its hands and paces to and fro;
Then cries aloud and sobs in bitter pain.
"Repel me not, though harbinger of woe."
I cannot bid a welcome, well I know
When once within, it never cares to go.

Oh, Grief unbidden, aye and undesired,
Unwelcome visitor! untimely guest!
My brain is reeling and my soul is fired,
While bitter thoughts are warring in my breast.
Despair, like bird of evil omen preys,
Destroying rest at night and happy days.





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