Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A MOUNTAIN WIND, by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL


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A MOUNTAIN WIND, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The cold limbs of the air
Last Line: Brother to grass and stones.
Alternate Author Name(s): A. E.
Subject(s): Mountains; Wind; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


THE cold limbs of the air
Brush by me on the hill,
Climb to the utmost crag,
Leap out, then all is still.

Ah, but what high intent
In the cold will of wind;
What sceptre would it grasp
To leave these dreams behind!

Trail of celestial things:
White centaurs, winged in flight,
Through the fired heart sweep on,
A hurricane of light.

I have no plumes for air:
Earth hugs to it my bones.
Leave me, O sky-born powers,
Brother to grass and stones.





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