27.12.2010, 11:31
THE CHARAUNG OF THE EAST WIND
Late in the month a rough east wind had sway,
The old trees thunder'd, and the dust was blown ;
But other powers possess'd the night and day,
And soon he found he could not hold his own ;
The merry ruddock whistled at his heart.
And strenuous blackbirds pierced his flanks with song,
Pert sparrows wrangled o'er his every part,
And thro' him shot the larks on pinions strong:
Anon a sunbeam broke across the plain,
And the wild bee went forth on booming wing —
Whereat he feeble wax'd, but rose again
With aimless rage, and idle blustering ;
The south wind touch'd him with a drift of rain,
And down he sank, a captive to the spring !
Late in the month a rough east wind had sway,
The old trees thunder'd, and the dust was blown ;
But other powers possess'd the night and day,
And soon he found he could not hold his own ;
The merry ruddock whistled at his heart.
And strenuous blackbirds pierced his flanks with song,
Pert sparrows wrangled o'er his every part,
And thro' him shot the larks on pinions strong:
Anon a sunbeam broke across the plain,
And the wild bee went forth on booming wing —
Whereat he feeble wax'd, but rose again
With aimless rage, and idle blustering ;
The south wind touch'd him with a drift of rain,
And down he sank, a captive to the spring !