
The poem describes a stormy night where the speaker's emotions are likened to a cyclone, with intense feelings of love and longing that threaten to consume them. The speaker's heart is compared to a whirlwind, sweeping away all reason and calmness, leaving only chaos and turmoil in its wake.
By James Whitcomb Riley · First published 1888 · Genre: Poetry, Nature, Drama · 261 words
So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn / In conference with themselves. -- Intense -- intense / Seemed everything; -- the summer splendor on / The sight, -- magnificence!
A babe's life might not lighter fail and die / Than failed the sunlight -- Though the hour was noon, / The palm of midnight might not lighter lie / Upon the brow of June.
With eyes upraised, I saw the underwings / Of swallows -- gone the instant afterward -- / While from the elms there came strange twitterings, / Stilled scarce ere they were heard.
The river seemed to shiver; and, far down / Its darkened length, I saw the sycamores / Lean inward closer, under the vast frown / That weighed above the shores.
The Cyclone is listed on Textopian as a poem by James Whitcomb Riley, dated 1888 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 19th Century · Children's Poetry · Nature Imagery · Whimsy · Imagination · Fantasy · Adventure · Coming of Age · Self-Discovery · Growing Up