Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WIND, by EDNA E. SMITH



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First Line: Wind, weary wind, born without home
Last Line: Wind, weary wind, nowhere to rest.
Subject(s): Wind


Wind, weary wind, born without home
Over the earth forever must roam,
Driving the clouds, piling the snow,
Wind through the sky ever must blow;
Nowhere to rest when curtains draw low;
On weary feet, crying and slow.

Fitful and gusty his fever runs high;
Angered to frenzy he goes raging by.
Bold in his passion, his madness runs free,
Screaming defiance to whom he may see;
Fretting the treetops; vexing the plain;
Over the mountain he rages insane.

Furiously tossing on his stormy quest
Hail from his lips and rain from his breast.
Spent with his efforts, longing to die,
Breathes in a whisper, moans in a sigh.
Northward or eastward, southward or west,
Wind, weary wind, nowhere to rest.





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