Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind
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 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!