Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
52
THE WESTERN WIND CAME LUMBERING IN
The western wind came lumbering in,Bearing a faint Pacific din,
Our evening mail, swift at the call
Of its Postmaster General;
Laden with news from Californ',
Whate'er transpired hath since morn,
How wags the world by brier and brake
From hence to Athabasca Lake;—
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||