Blowing Winds

FEATHERED SONGS

BLOWING WINDS

Blowing winds through mountain passes

Fan the discovered upland grasses,

Ripple the shadows of trembling hair

Of trees that straggle everywhere;

But a thing as beautiful to see

Is a river flowing westerly

With moonlight and with starlight in

Its silver burst and pools of green.

Thoughts idle on the windy air,

There is a soft music everywhere,

Dreams fall and sail away, away,

In a dying splendor of river spray.

Love is a beautiful wind-blown thing

That burns to the watery evening,

Settles on the river in windy weather

And sails with the song of swans together.