Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Wind


I SAW you toss the kites on high 
And blow the birds about the sky; 
And all around I heard you pass, 
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass— 
  O wind, a-blowing all day long,       
  O wind, that sings so loud a song! 
  
I saw the different things you did, 
But always you yourself you hid. 
I felt you push, I heard you call, 
I could not see yourself at all— 
  O wind, a-blowing all day long, 
  O wind, that sings so loud a song 
  
O you that are so strong and cold, 
O blower, are you young or old? 
Are you a beast of field and tree, 
Or just a stronger child than me? 
  O wind, a-blowing all day long, 
  O wind, that sings so loud a song:  


-Robert Lewis Stevenson




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