Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. V. Nature
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature.  1904.
III. The Seasons
Wicklow Winds
George Francis Savage-Armstrong (1845–1906)
From “Wicklow”

YES, this is Wicklow; round our feet
  And o’er our heads its woodlands smile;
Behold it, love—the garden sweet
  And playground of our stormy isle.
*        *        *        *        *
Is it not fair—the leafy land?        5
  Not boasting Nature’s sterner pride,
Voluptuous beauty, scenes that stand
  By minds immortal deified.
*        *        *        *        *
Fair when the woodland strains and creaks
  As loud the gathering whirlwinds blow,        10
And through the smoke-like mists the Peaks
  In warm autumnal purples glow;
When madly toss the bracken’s plumes
  Storm-swept upon the seaward steep,
As far below them foams and fumes        15
  On beach and cliff the wrathful deep,
Till cloud and tempest, creeping lower,
  Old Djouce’s ridges swathe in night,
And down through all his hollows pour
  The foaming torrents swoln and white;        20
Or when o’er Powerscourt’s leafless woods,
  With crests that down the tempest lean,
Bend, braving winter’s fiercest moods,
  The pines in all their wealth of green.

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