The wind is crying in the night, <br />Like a lost child; <br />The waves break wonderful and white <br />And wild. <br />The drenched sea-poppies swoon along <br />The drenched sea-wall, <br />And there's an end of summer and of song - <br />An end of all. <br /> <br />The fingers of the tortured boughs <br />Gripped by the blast <br />Clutch at the windows of your house <br />Closed fast. <br />And the lost child of love, despair, <br />Cries in the night, <br />Remembering how once those windows were <br />Open and bright.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-winter-2/
