Author Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth A brightening of the mist, A ghostly cry, Two white wide arching wings Float veering by, A shining glance is given In passing—then— Mist is but mist and wind But wind again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments