Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

Summer Storm


The panther wind
Leaps out of the night,
The snake of lightning
Is twisting and white,
The lion of thunder
Roars -- and we
Sit still and content
Under a tree --
We have met fate together
And love and pain,
Why should we fear
The wrath of the rain!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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