Archibald Lampman

(17 November 1861 - 10 February 1899 / Morpeth, Ontario)

A Night Of Storm - Poem by Archibald Lampman

Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
Gleam red across the storm. Sound is there none,
Save evermore the fierce wind's sweep and moan,
From whose grey hands the keen white snow is shaken
In desperate gusts, that fitfully lull and waken,
Dense as night's darkness round they towers of stone.

Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat,
Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet,
Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty.

Comments about A Night Of Storm by Archibald Lampman

  • Paul Amrod (8/1/2017 5:50:00 PM)

    A totally lyrically wonderful piece that should be put to music, (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/1/2017 1:16:00 PM)

    Night's darkness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O Brian (8/1/2017 11:34:00 AM)

    A night of storm, vividly contrasted with a lifetime poverty. An enjoyable, yet provocative read. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/1/2017 9:08:00 AM)

    Stunning expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks to his soul. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/1/2017 1:24:00 AM)

    Such an interesting poem written by a great poet👍 Thanks for sharing... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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