English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In the Storm. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

In the Storm

With laughing eyes and storm-blown hair
    You came to my bedside;
I thought your living soul was there,
    And that my dreams had lied;

But ere my lips had power to speak
    A word of love to you,
The moonlight fell upon your cheek,
    And it was of death's hue.

Sudden I heard the storm arise,
    I heard its summons roll:
Wistful and wondering your eyes
    Were fading from my soul.

The moonlight waned, and shadows thick
    Went keening on the storm--
Ah! for the quiet that was quick,
    The cold heart that was warm!

Thomas MacDonagh’s other poems:

1. Isn’t It Pleasant for the Little Birds
2. To James Clarence Mangan
3. A Woman
4. Dublin Tramcars
5. Of the Man of My First Play

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) In the Storm (“Over heaven clouds are drifted”)

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