The angry wind
That cursed at me
Was nothing but an evil sprite
Vexed with any man's delight.
And strange it seemed
That a dark wind
Should run down from a mountain steep
And shout as though the world were asleep.
But when he ceased
And silence was-
Who could but fear what evil sprite
Crept through the tunnels of the night?
The Enemies
John Freeman
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Poem topics: dark, fear, night, silence, world, angry, delight, mountain, strange, steep, evil, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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