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:

(Robert Louis Stevenson)




Who Has Seen the Wind?


Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

(Christina Georgina Rossetti)