The Wind
by Robert Louis Stevenson

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!