First Line: THE WINDS FROM MANY A CLOUDY MANE Last Line: THE FRENZY OF THE FLIGHT. Subject(s): WIND;
The winds from many a cloudy mane Shake off the sweat of gathering rain And whicker with delight; No slope of pasture-lands they need, Whereon to rest or drink or feed, Their life the rapture of the speed, The frenzy of the flight.
