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?

This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

"The Roaring Frost" first appeared in Later Poems (John Lane, 1902).