Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
Collected Poems (ed. HarperCollins Publishers, 1956)
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
Collected Poems (ed. HarperCollins Publishers, 1956)