Explore "Wind" by Amy Lowell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, / He steals the down from the honeybee, / He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, / He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, / Whistling, howling, rainy wind, / North, South, East and West, / Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills, / He whirls the wings of the great windmills, / The weathercocks love him and turn to discover / His whereabouts -- but he's gone, the rover! / Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, / Whistling, howling, rainy wind, / North, South, East and West, / Each is the wind I like the best.
The pine trees toss him their cones with glee, / The flowers bend low in courtesy, / Each wave flings up a shower of pearls, / The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, / Whistling, howling, rainy wind, / North, South, East and West, / Each is the wind I like the best.