Classic Poem

The apparent gale, vaned in winding storms,
Has filled the air with hail and mystic frost.
The peaceful alley through bowing elms revealed
Pregnant buds, where spring has failed the lewd heart.
Darkness over the ocean's deep was offering moonlight,
Movable, silver, vanishing waves that enrolled
The wild summer blossom that in sanguine
Peace bared the ray of gold; until bronze
Shades of autumn quietly lowered a
Humble veil upon the ground in preservation—
Thick clouds that separate over the
Spotless blue of glazing greys. A simple
Tint vanishes, as the storm of fusion
Displays the shocking flood that vapors have gathered.