THE WIND 
  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 always 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