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| The wind doth blow |
| by Harriet Oliver |
The wind doth blow
o'er feet & head
as it dost o'er friend & foe
captured or fled.
A bird flew as the wind blew o'er grass emersed in dew
not having angel's wings not halo to follow
though the fairbreast do in passing through
the sleepy hollow solemnly muttering hallo.
The musician now blows soothingly an oboe
in thought that although he fought
with arrow & deleberating on deliberate boe or bow
though inevitably the breeze doth blow in thought.
Bliss is prefarable over woe
in fair weather
in restraining aiming a crossbow
being peacefully thogether.
Far below the snow dost go
as the wind wails in a message to impart
also filling with cold air the sleepy hollow
coldly amusing itself with the lover's heart. |
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