IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; <br />The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier. <br />The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro, <br />A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane. <br />Autumn leaves and rain, <br />The passion of the gale.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-blows-a-snowing-gale/
