here and there shallow pools shone.  As it grew dark, it became colder and occasionally flakes of snow came out of the northwest.[i] 
                                                         Thursday March 23, 1911
     March Snow-storms.
                 I.
     Roar and bluster, wild Aquilo,
     Dash and puff and coldly blow;
     Toss and whirl the flying snow
     Make oaks creak,
     Pine-trees speak,
     And the roughened country bleak.
                II.
     Murmer down the sooty chimneys,
     Whistle thru the gaunt bare trees,
     Upon the trembling houses seize;
     Bend the willow
     Cold Aquilo
     Rushing o’er the white land go.
                III.
     Hasten snow-clouds, rush on high
     Madly dash across the sky