Poems (Storrie)/A Hot Wind Day in Spring
A Hot Wind Day in Spring.
Oh what a cruel and outrageous thing That in the midst of silken airs like these, When, to the wooing of a honied breeze The delicate wistaria blossoms swing Their drooping tresses o'er the wall and fling A lavender enchantment, while the trees Are full of snowy promise, and the bees Impatient round the buds are clustering, That such a furious wind as this should rise And my fair garden into ruin throw With whirling buffets from the brazen skies; Oh piteous life! that lives but to bestow The seeds of death, and bid us realise All things are vain save Him who made them so.