Classic Poem

Wind of the winter, drive the ships home,
From tropic islands
Whirl the grey cloudrack,
Spatter the rocks with foam.

Blind wind of the night,
Raging, careering,
Shriek to me through the keyhole,
Shout to me down the chimney,
Whistle and moan through the pinewood out of sight

Bring Christmas here,
The log on the hearth,
The cattle in stall.
Pile by the housedoor
The snowdrift, untroubled.
Put ice on the wall.