Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WIND IN THE WILLOWS, by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT First Line: All through the night came the sound of the wind in the willows Last Line: The rain drummed the windows and ran in a silver cascade. Subject(s): Wind | ||||||||
All through the night came the sound of the wind in the willows; Louder than speech, more piercing, sharper, more shrill Than the blare of a horn echoing over the meadows; Or the baying of hounds as the quarry flashed over the hill. Something that mourned in the night, that was ageless and deathless, That, swayed by its grief, gave voice to it there in the glade. The wind's icy fingers picked at the doors and the shingles. The rain drummed the windows and ran in a silver cascade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER BEWILDERMENT by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT |
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