(1785 - 1866 / England)

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!

by Sara Teasdale

Comments (6)

What a lovely poem this is...!
............very nicely written...a lovely poem with a nice rhyme...
Nice one Thomas i enjoyed every bit
This poem expresses what i have always felt it seems... But i have found the way to be that bird, and live beyond the sea. Thank you Neptune
hey i like this poem, nice
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