A ROAR THROUGH THE TALL TWIN ELM-TREES

A roar thro’ the tall twin elm-trees

The mustering storm betrayed:

The South-wind seized the willow

That over the water swayed.

Then fell the steady deluge

In which I strove to doze,

Hearing all night at my window

The knock of the winter rose.

The rainy rose of winter!

An outcast it must pine.

And from thy bosom outcast

Am I, dear lady mine.