Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night —
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.
Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear–
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!
Come under the trembling hedge–
Fast, although you fumble…
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble
(Mark van Doren)
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