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...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |