posted on 2024-04-05, 12:55authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
Little winds in a hurry, Great winds over the sky, Clouds sleek or furry, Storms that rage and die, The whole cycle of weather From calm to hurricane Of four gales wroth together, Thunder, lightning, rain, The burning sun, snowing, Hailstones pattering down, Blue skies and red skies showing, Skies with a black frown, By these signs and wonders You may tell God's mood: He shines, rains, thunders, But all His works are good.
History
Identifier
3417.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
01/01/1997
Temporal Date
31/12/1999
Type
Poem
Rights
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust / Published in Graves, R. (1999) Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3. Eds. B. Graves and D. Ward. London: Penguin Books.