Have you ever had a day,
     when Winds doth blow in such a way,
As to roar and sing and soar and dance,
     with autumn’s strength or spring’s romance?

Have you ever felt the way,
     in which the Wind doth thrash and play,
Between the trees, the limbs and leaves,
     the way a stream below it weaves?

Have you ever heard the way,
     that distant Wind doth sigh and sway,
A murmured, rushing string of words,
     which speaks of other far-off worlds?

Have you ever seen the way,
     that steady Winds doth sweep away,
The armored clouds of stormy days,
     when grayness hides the sun’s bright rays?