The Thunder

I am the Thunder, I am the Thunder,---- Sometimes I go Pitying myself.... Sometimes in wonder Grieving through the skies....

Many Thunders are gone, Many Thunders are flown In the old days,---- Great Birds of Night, Rain-laden Birds With flame-blinking eyes....

I am the Thunder, I am the Thunder,---- Oft-times alone, Oft-times in wonder Pitying myself.... Oft-times in fright Of mine own sounding words, Grieving through the night,---- I, the winged Thunder....

Are they men who come out of the silence to walk beside me? Are they gods who flit with invisible wings? ]