Poems (Tynan)/The Vane
THE VANE
The East Wind stays and stays, Unkind to man and beast; I had not known in the old days If it was West or East.
But Love has bid me learn What winds be kind, be keen, And how the glittering vane will turn The chimney-pots between.
The East Wind blows and blows, Too rough for a gold head, Harsh for a little human rose, All rosy-white and red.
Pack, East Wind, and be off, Back to your arid plain,And bid the West the children love Turn round the gilded vane!