Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Roaring Frost

A flock of winds came winging from the North,
Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forth
                With a resounding call:—

Where will they close their wings and cease their cries—
Between what warming seas and conquering skies—
                And fold, and fall?

Alice Meynell’s other poems:

  1. The Visiting Sea
  2. The Young Neophyte
  3. To O——, of Her Dark Eyes
  4. The Treasure
  5. The Wind Is Blind




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