Winds are the watchmen of the broad Sky-way, They point passing clouds this way and that. They are gentle when old gray clouds move slowly, Trailing long faded skirts, But they are swift to follow, whistling shrilly, When bold clouds speed from the northern hill. They give right of way to the serene sun And let storm clouds grumble when held back. They brush lightly aside all tattered cloud vagrants Gathered at the gate of the Moon Mansion, And the Lady Moon rides undisturbed up the Sky-way, Radiant leader of the great Star Parade. No cloud disobeys the winds, They are wise watchmen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON AN OLD WOMAN (2) by MOTHER GOOSE BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |