A tall tree talking with the wind Leans as he leaned to me -- But oh the wind waits where she will, The wind is free. I am a woman, I am weak, And custom leads me as one blind, Only my songs go where they will Free as the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS QUATORZAINS: 5. TO NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CHILD ALONE: 7. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |