The Sampler Platter: A Little Bit of Everything Page 100
“One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,”
A little wind went laughing by
And danced among the heather.
I envy me, that little wind,
That lingers in the clover,
Though he chats with common trees,
He’s seen the whole world over.
He’s howled in storm o’er foreign seas,
And set far fields a’dancing;
Rippled in the fairy’s brook,
Joined unicorns in prancing.
Like a ghost, forsook, forgot,
On lonely shores went wailing;
In desert cold, under moon,
He sends the clouds a’sailing.
He moans forlorn against the pane,
And at last, I must ponder,
Fox has hole and bird a nest,
But wind must ever wander.
