The Whistler Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Whistler



'Tis spring; but laid
In ambuscade
The Snow malignant lingers,
And on the hill
The March wind still
At times must blow his fingers.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: snow,spring,wind
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