THE POETRY ARCHIVES @ eMule.com PRINT CLOSE

It Blows A Snowing Gale
by Robert Louis Stevenson

IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;
The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.
The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,
A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.
Autumn leaves and rain,
The passion of the gale.