The Wind In The Pines Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

The Wind In The Pines



When winds go organing through the pines
On hill and headland, darkly gleaming,
Meseems I hear sonorous lines
Of Iliads that the woods are dreaming.

Friday, October 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: woods
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