Poems (Holmes)/The Wind

by Alice Ann Holmes

For works with similar titles, see The Wind.

The Wind.

I love to hear the wild, wild wind Come marching o'er the sea;For oft, when I am lone and sad, It brings new thoughts to me.

I love to hear the wild, wild wind Come howling through the trees;A stronger charm it has for me Than softer summer breeze.

I love to hear the wild, wild wind Blend with the dashing rain;Though others seem to think it drear, To me it brings no pain.

I love to hear the wild, wild wind, When all around me sleep,For then my heart is drawn to those Who perish on the deep.