To the Wind: After Gilbert’s “To the Terrestrial Globe”
Also after two slumberless nights.
Blow on, thou wind, blow on!
Across, up, down the Drive,
Blow on!
What though I toss till half-past five?
What though I have a charge to keep?
What though I ululate and weep?
What though I cannot get to sleep?
Never you mind!
Blow on!
Across, up, down the Drive,
Blow on!
What though I toss till half-past five?
What though I have a charge to keep?
What though I ululate and weep?
What though I cannot get to sleep?
Never you mind!
Blow on!
Blow on, thou wind, blow on!
Across my little bed
Blow on!
It’s true there’s aching in my head;
It’s true my room is twenty-two;
My feet are numb; my lips are blue—
But please don’t let that worry you!
Never you mind!
Blow on—
[It blows on.]
Across my little bed
Blow on!
It’s true there’s aching in my head;
It’s true my room is twenty-two;
My feet are numb; my lips are blue—
But please don’t let that worry you!
Never you mind!
Blow on—
[It blows on.]