Oh, happy wind, how sweet Thy life must be! The great, proud fields of gold Run after thee: And here are flowers, with heads To nod and shake; And dreaming butterflies To tease and wake, Oh, happy wind, I say, To be alive this day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II LILIES: 26. THE PSYCHE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DAIRYMAIDS TO PAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |