O WIND, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees, And all thy royalties Sweep through the land to-day. It is mid June, And thou, with all thine instruments in tune, Thine orchestra Of heaving fields, and heavy, swinging fir, Strikest a lay That doth rehearse Her ancient freedom to the universe. All other sound in awe Repeals its law; The bird is mute, the sea Sucks up its waves, from rain The burthened clouds refrain, To listen to thee in thy leafery, Thou unconfined, Lavish, large, soothing, refluent summerwind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCHRECKHORN by THOMAS HARDY YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |