WILLIAM MORRIS. HARRIET MCEWEN KIMBALL. 297 And still and bright the evening star | The bitter wind makes not thy victory Twinkles above the golden bar That in the west lies quietly. vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry Make April ready for the throstle's song, Thou first redresser of the winter's wrong! |