West Wind In Winter
Another day awakes. And who-- Changing the world--is this? He comes at whiles, the Winter through, West Wind! I would not miss His sudden tryst: the long, the new Surprises of his kiss. Vigilant, I make haste to close With him who comes my way. I go to meet him as he goes; I know his note, his lay, His colour and his morning rose; And I confess his day. My window waits; at dawn I hark His call; at morn I meet His haste around the tossing park And down the softened street; The gentler light is his; the dark, The grey--he turns it sweet. So too, so too, do I confess My poet when he sings. He rushes on my mortal guess With his immortal things. I feel, I know him. On I press-- He finds me 'twixt his wings.
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"Another day awakes. And who--..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell delivers a powerful performance in "West Wind In Winter"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...