Author James Avis Bartley Hark! how the wintry tempest raves, Along the frozen plain--Dark, dark the lowering clouds above, And fast descends the rain.But, lady! now a deeper gloom Surrounds thy lover's soul,And wilder floods of grief and woe, Around his spirit roll. 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