Nature
To the Wind, at Midnight
From Odes
Nature
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.
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MLA
White, Henry Kirke. “To the Wind, at Midnight.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kirke_white/63/.
Chicago
White, Henry Kirke. “To the Wind, at Midnight.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kirke_white/63/.
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