I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky
And all around I beard 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!
The wind
Robert Louis Stevenson
