The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear - Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them, We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect The duties of the Wind are few, To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escort, And usher Liberty. The pleasures of the Wind are broad, To dwell Extent among, Remain, or wander, Speculate, or Forests entertain. The kinsmen of the Wind are Peaks Azof - the Equinox, Also with Bird and Asteroid A bowing intercourse. The limitations of the Wind Do he exist, or die, Too wise he seems for Wakelessness, However, know not I | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTO CAPTIVITY by ALEXANDER BROWN A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 4 by ROBERT BROWNING THE FLUTE-PLAYER by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE SIEGE OF CORINTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |