STANZAS WRITTEN ON BATTERSEA
BRIDGE DURING A SOUTH-WESTERLY
GALE
The woods and downs have caught the mid-December,
The noisy woods and high sea-downs of home;
The wind has found me and I do remember
The strong scent of the foam.
Woods, darlings of my wandering feet, another
Possesses you, another treads the Down;
The South West Wind that was my elder brother
Has come to me in town.
The wind is shouting from the hills of morning,