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.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein THE WIND IN THE PINES
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein THE WIND IN THE PINES
English poem
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.