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...HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |