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.