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 alwavs 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 (1850–1894) Scotland
Source: A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1905 [Project Gutenberg]
I saw the different things you did,
But alwavs 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 (1850–1894) Scotland
Source: A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1905 [Project Gutenberg]
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