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
Oh wind, a blowing all day long,
Oh 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
Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and 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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Painting by Claude Monet (1840-1926). Prints available at allposters.com.
I used to think my mother was ‘lame’ for reading the poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson to me when I was small.; today, I’m grateful….
was never a big fan of rhyme , but this is amazing. The painting, magnificent;.
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