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?


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Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
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Created April 8, 2001; not revised.