The wind is singing through the trees tonight, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height Gone is her gentler music; with delight She listens to this booming like the seas, These elemental, loud necessities Which call to her to answer their swift might. Above the tossing trees shines down a star, Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind, O Star! is filled with your white light, from far, So suffer me this one night to enjoy The freedom of the onward sweeping wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |