The Wind Of The World Poem by George MacDonald

The Wind Of The World



Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind bold
Blows over the hard earth;
Time is not more confused and cold,
Nor keeps more wintry mirth.

Yet blow, and roll the world about-
Blow, Time, blow, winter's Wind!
Through chinks of time heaven peepeth out,
And Spring the frost behind.

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: confused,spring,time,wind,winter
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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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