The Wind

The Wind

I can get through a doorway without any key,

And strip the leaves from the great oak tree.

I can drive storm-cloud and shake tall towers,

Or steal through a garden and not wake the flowers

Seas I can moves and ships I can sink;

I can carry a house-top or the sent of a pink.

When I am angry I can rave and riot;

And when I am spent, I lie quiet as quiet.

~James Reeves


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