To The Wind, At Midnight

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Title:     To The Wind, At Midnight
Author: Henry Kirk White [More Titles by White]

Not unfamiliar to mine ear,
Blasts of the night! ye howl as now
My shuddering casement loud
With fitful force ye beat.

Mine ear has dwelt in silent awe,
The howling sweep, the sudden rush;
And when the passing gale
Pour'd deep the hollow dirge.

[The end]
Henry Kirk White's poem: To The Wind, At Midnight

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