Wind from beyond the worlds, wind without sound, Wind of no season and no certain name, I dreamed, and as I dreamed, unknown you came. Moving between the trees, along the ground, No leaf bent to your breath, no branch was found Broken and dropped. You did not mar nor maim One blade of grass, but whispering, went, the same Wind of no cold, no warmth, wind outward bound. There is a garden where you sometimes stir Water to cloudy blue, and sometimes lift Smooth leaves to let the golden sunlight sift Across the hair and eyes and hands of her Who waits alone. Wind, is it far to go? I would be swift upon a way you know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: OVER THE MACKINAC by KAREN SWENSON THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE WINTERTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TANGLED TRAILS by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD LOVE POSTPONED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 5 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT REMARKS ON DR. AKENSIDE'S AND MR. WHITEHEAD'S VERSES by JOHN BYROM |