Today the wind toys with the trees As if to set them at their ease -- His movements gentle, sure to please. Last night in sullen, vengeful mood, He flayed their limbs -- a vandal rude, Till crumpled leaves the pavement strewed. How can such ways be reconciled -- Now, gentle, now tempestuous, wild? Both friend and foe, shall he be styled? And you -- so loving yester-eve Beginning now, to make me grieve! Are you the wind, shall I believe? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL |