Charles Kingsley starts Ode to the North-East Wind with a greeting and a complaint, and the complaint is about other poems.
What it is a shame to see comes in the next two lines: "Odes to every zephyr;" and then "Ne'er a verse to thee." The soft breezes have had their odes. This wind has had none, and the speaker treats that as an embarrassment to be put right at once. The rest of the poem is the putting right, done in short lines, most of them five or six syllables long.
The first surprise is what the speaker is sick of. It is the good weather. The complaint arrives as a list: "Tired we are of summer," then "Tired of gaudy glare," then "Showers soft and steaming," and last "Hot and breathless air."