[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||
[O winds! ye are too rough, too rough]
O winds! ye are too rough, too rough!O spring! thou art not long enough
For sweetness; and for thee,
O love! thou still must overpass
Time's low and dark and narrow glass,
And fill eternity.
[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||