- [silent ghosts in misty shrouds, 47, 11]
- [close-reefed vessels, 47, 14]
- [my fitful song, 48. 3]
- [flash of fluttering drapery, 48, 4]
- [loosed storm breaks furiously, 48, 10]
- [wroth the tempest rushes, 48, 13]
THE THROSTLE
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
“Summer is coming, summer is coming,
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again!”
Yes, my [wild little Poet].
Sing the new year in under the blue.