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- HAT way does the wind come? What way does he go?
- He rides over the water, and over the snow,
- Through wood, and through vale; and o'er rocky height,
- Which the goat cannot climb, takes his sounding flight;
- He tosses about in every bare tree,
- As if you look up, you plainly may see;
- But how he will come, and whither he goes,
- There never a scholar in England knows.
- He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook,
- And ring a sharp 'larum; but, if you should look,
- There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow,
- Round as a pillow, and whiter than milk
- And softer than if it were covered with silk.
- Sometimes he'll hide in the cave of a rock,
- Then whistle as shrill as the buzzard cock;
- -- Yet seek him, and what shall you find in that place?
- Nothing but silence and empty space;
- Save, in a corner, a heap of dry leaves,
- That's he's left, for a bed, to beggars or thieves!
- As soon as 'tis daylight tomorrow, with me
- You shall go to the orchard, and then you will see
- That he has been there, and made a great rout,
- And cracked the branches, and strewn them about;
- Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig
- That looked up at the sky so proud and big
- All last summer, as well you know,
- Studded with apples, a beautiful show!
- Hark! over the roof he makes a pause,
- And growls as if he would fix his claws
- Right in the slates, and with a huge rattle
- Drive them down, like men in a battle:
- -- But let him range round; he does us no harm,
- We build up the fire, we're snug and warm;
- Untouched by his breath see the candle shines bright,
- And burns with a clear and steady light.
- Books have we to read, but that half-stifled knell,
- Alas! 'tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell.
- -- Come, now we'll to bed! and when we are there
- He may work his own will, and what shall be care?
- He may knock at the door -- we'll not let him in;
- May drive at the windows -- we'll laugh at his din;
- Let him seek his own home wherever it be;
- Here's a cozie warm house for Edward and me.
- Dorothy Wordsworth
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