Listen. The wind is still, 
And far away in the night —
See! The uplands fill 
With a running light. 

Open the doors. It is warm; 
And where the sky was clear–
Look! The head of a storm 
That marches here! 

Come under the trembling hedge– 
Fast, although you fumble… 
There! Did you hear the edge 
of winter crumble?