English poem
Iii
The Wind in the Pines
When winds go organing through the pines On hill and headland, darkly gleaming, Meseems I hear sonorous lines Of Iliads that the woods are dreaming.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
English poem
The Wind in the Pines
When winds go organing through the pines On hill and headland, darkly gleaming, Meseems I hear sonorous lines Of Iliads that the woods are dreaming.