Oh, happy wind, how sweet Thy life must be! The great, proud fields of gold Run after thee: And here are flowers, with heads To nod and shake; And dreaming butterflies To tease and wake, Oh, happy wind, I say, To be alive this day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |