O WIND, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees, And all thy royalties Sweep through the land to-day. It is mid June, And thou, with all thine instruments in tune, Thine orchestra Of heaving fields, and heavy, swinging fir, Strikest a lay That doth rehearse Her ancient freedom to the universe. All other sound in awe Repeals its law; The bird is mute, the sea Sucks up its waves, from rain The burthened clouds refrain, To listen to thee in thy leafery, Thou unconfined, Lavish, large, soothing, refluent summerwind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON |