Explore "The White Evening" by Madison Cawein on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ From gray, bleak hills 'neath steely skies / Thro' beards of ice the forests roar; / Along the river's humming shore / The skimming skater bird-like flies.
/ On windy meads where wave white breaks, / Where fettered briers' glist'ning hands / Reach to the cold moon's ghastly lands, / Hoots the lorn owl, and crouching quakes.