THE OTHER WIND.

Otago Witness, Issue 3755, 2 March 1926, Page 77

THE OTHER WIND.

The honey locusts, heavy with rain. Swirl in the wind and splash the walk. The darkness makes forbidding talk Outside our door, and sodden leaves come down. I have no quarrel with these—the rain and wind That tame your haughty heart and make it kind, And bring you home again. Now you and I, imprisoned here together, Are comrades for to-night, against the weather. YVhat do you hear In all the voices of the August night— More than the wind in its familiar grief, More than the wash of rain, the fall of leaf? Sprawled in a leather chair with “Westward Ho,” O supple body, bright unruly hair! There is a Wind will blow Suddenly out of the dark, bidding you go I eonflSt tell you where; Slamming the gate on ways that you have known Suiee life began,

Warping you to the stature of a man With bulk of sinew and bone. Just now, while still your mind Thrilled to the prowess of Amyas Leigh, Crowning with worship his heroic form, Why did you raise your startled eyes to me? Was it because you heard above the storm The mighty rising of that Other Wind? Jessica Nelson North, in “Poetry” (Chicago).