Explore "A Wind of Clear Weather in England" by Alice Meynell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
O what a miracle wind is this
Has crossed the English land to-day
With an unprecedented kiss,
And wonderfully found a way!
Unsmirched incredibly and clean,
Between the towns and factories,
Avoiding, has his long flight been,
Bringing a sky like Sicily's.
O fine escape, horizon pure / As Rome's! Black chimneys left and right, / But not for him, the straight, the sure, / His luminous day, his spacious night.
How keen his choice, how swift his feet! / Narrow the way and hard to find! / This delicate stepper and discreet / Walked not like any worldly wind.
Most like a man in man's own day, / One of the few, a perfect one: / His open earth -- the single way; / His narrow road -- the open sun.