Poems (Mansfield)/There is a Solemn Wind To-night
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THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TO-NIGHT
There is a solemn wind to-night
That sings of solemn rain;
The trees that have been quiet so long
Flutter and start again.
That sings of solemn rain;
The trees that have been quiet so long
Flutter and start again.
The slender trees, the heavy trees,
The fruit trees laden and proud,
Lift up their branches to the wind
That cries to them so loud.
The fruit trees laden and proud,
Lift up their branches to the wind
That cries to them so loud.
The little bushes and the plants
Bow to the solemn sound,
And every tiniest blade of grass
Shakes on the quiet ground. 1917.
Bow to the solemn sound,
And every tiniest blade of grass
Shakes on the quiet ground. 1917.