Explore "Seven Wind Songs" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
_Now these are the seven wind songs / For Andrew Straton's death, / Blown through the reeds of the river, / A sigh of the world's last breath,_
_Where the flickering red auroras / Out on the dark sweet hills / Follow all night through the forest / The cry of the whip-poor-wills._