The Face Of The Heavens
THE FACE OF THE HEAVENS by ROBERT GRAVES
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.
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| Author | Graves, Robert (1895-1985) |
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| Title | The Face Of The Heavens |
| Item Date | (1995, 1997, 1999) |
| File type | Text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chawyck.co.uk |
| Copyright | The Robert Graves Copyright Trust |
| First line | Little winds in a hurry, |
| Publication source | Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3 |
| Publication editor | Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan |
| Publishers | Carcanet |
| Publication place | Manchester |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3405 |
