Wind from beyond the worlds, wind without sound, Wind of no season and no certain name, I dreamed, and as I dreamed, unknown you came. Moving between the trees, along the ground, No leaf bent to your breath, no branch was found Broken and dropped. You did not mar nor maim One blade of grass, but whispering, went, the same Wind of no cold, no warmth, wind outward bound. There is a garden where you sometimes stir Water to cloudy blue, and sometimes lift Smooth leaves to let the golden sunlight sift Across the hair and eyes and hands of her Who waits alone. Wind, is it far to go? I would be swift upon a way you know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIFTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |