THE WEEK’S POEM.

Otago Witness, Issue 4041, 25 August 1931, Page 69

THE WEEK’S POEM.

Three poems about wind, children — “ Who Has Seen the Wind,” by Christina Rossetti, “ The Wind,” by Padraic Colum, and “ The Wind,” by Elizabeth Kendall. All three have a different outlook, and hence are specially interesting. I think you will like them all. DOT.

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves have trembling The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when" the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.

THE WIND. I saw the wind to-day, I saw it in the pane Of glass upon the wall: A moving thing—’twas like No bird with widening wing, No mouse that runs along The meal bag under the beam.

I think it’s like a horse All black, with frightening mane, That springs out of the earth, And tramples on his way. I saw it in the glass, The shaking of a mane: A horse that no one rides.

THE WIND. Why does the wind so want to be Here in my little room with me? He’s all the world to blow about, But just because I keep him out He cannot be a moment still,

But frets upon my window sill, And sometimes brings a noisy rain To help him batter at the pane.

Upon my door he comes to knock. He rattles, rattles at the lock, And lifts tht latch and stirs the key— Then waits a moment breathlessly, And soon, more fiercely than before, He shakes my little trembling door, And though “ Come in, come in!” I say, He neither comes nor goes away.

Barefoot across the chilly floor I run and open wide the door; He rushes in and back again, He goes to batter door and pane, Pleased to have blown my candle out. He’s all the world to blow about, Why does he want so much to be Here in my little room with me?