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. Then Was A Roar, Born Of Some Awful Burst! - And One Lay, Shrieking, Chattering, In My Path - Flung - He Or I - Out Of Some Space Accurst As Of Jehovah'S Wrath: Nor Barely Had He Wreaked His Latest Prayer, Ere Back The Noon Flashed O'Er The Ruin Done, And, O'Er Uprooted Forests Touseled There, The Birds Sang In The Sun.