'WHO are the winds? Who are the winds?' -- The storm was blowing wild -- 'Who are the winds? Who are the winds?' -- So question'd me the wild-eyed child. 'They are the souls, O child,' I said, 'Of men who long since ceased to hope; And lastly, wishing to be dead, They lay down on the mountain-slope, And sigh'd their wills away; And nature taking them hath made Round and about the world to stray. Yet oft is waked the fitful pain, Which causes them to blow, And still the passion stirs again Which vex'd them long ago; And then no longer linger they, But with a wild shriek sweep away, And the green waves whiten to the moon, And ships are wreck'd, and shores are strewn.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |