Poems (Nealds)/Stanzas written during a Storm at Middleton

by Adeline Martha Nealds

STANZAS, WRITTEN DURING A STORM AT MIDDLETON.

Loud howls the blast! the beating rain
 Descends in torrents on the ground;
Across the heath my eyes I strain,
 But all is dark and drear around.

Alas! for me no friendly door
 Now opens at my well known call,
I wander cheerless o'er the moor,
 While from my eyes sad tear-drops fall.

I once was bless'd with friends and home,
 And happily each hour flew by,
But now bereft of all I roam,
 And peace and joy far from me fly.

Alike to me the summer's heat,
 And hoary winter's nipping frost;
I hope in heav'n repose to meet,
 For ev'ry bliss on earth I've lost.