A Thunderstorm At Night

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Title:     A Thunderstorm At Night
Author: Eric Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

The lightning is the shorthand of the storm
That tells of chaos; and I read the same
As one may read the writing of a name,--
As one in Hell may see the sudden form
Of God's fore-finger pointed as in blame.
How weird the scene! The Dark is sulphur-warm
With hints of death; and in their vault enorme
The reeling stars coagulate in flame.
And now the torrents from their mountain-beds
Roar down uncheck'd; and serpents shaped of mist
Writhe up to Heaven with unforbidden heads;
And thunder-clouds, whose lightnings intertwist,
Rack all the sky, and tear it into shreds,
And shake the air like Titians that have kiss'd!

[The end]
Eric Mackay's poem: Thunderstorm At Night

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