Vicissitudes of Spring
The Wind
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you beast of field or tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a blowing all day long
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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Comments
D--Ah, RLS...my mother read A Child's Garden of Verses to me from very early on, and I'm sure that has much to do with why I Iove the feel of language to this day. Sounds like your novel with the kite battle is a must read!