How darkly o'er yon far-off mountain frowns <br /> The gather'd tempest! from that lurid cloud <br /> The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud <br />Tho' distant; while upon the misty downs <br />Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain. <br /> I never saw so terrible a storm! <br />Perhaps some way-worn traveller in vain <br /> Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form <br />Cold even as Hope within him! I the while <br />Pause me in sadness tho' the sunbeams smile <br /> Cheerily round me. Ah that thus my lot <br />Might be with Peace and Solitude assign'd, <br /> Where I might from some little quiet cot, <br />Sigh for the crimes and miseries of mankind!<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-10-2/
