The Wind.
The lithe wind races and sings Over the grasses and wheat - See the emerald floor as it springs To the touch of invisible feet! Ah, later, the fir and the pine Shall stoop to its weightier tread, As it tramps the thundering brine Till it shudders and whitens in dread! Breath of man! a glass of thine own Is the wind on the land, on the sea - Joy of life at thy touch! - full grown, Destruction and death maybe!
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"The lithe wind races and sings..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Theodore Harding Rand delivers a powerful performance in "The Wind."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...