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.