It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier. The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro, A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane. Autumn leaves and rain, The passion of the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH VERSES FOR A GUEST ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN APRIL by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |