Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier: Personal poems ; The tent on the beach, etc (ed. 1893)
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier: Personal poems ; The tent on the beach, etc (ed. 1893)