The Wind
Letitia Elizabeth Landon 1802 (Chelsea) – 1838 (Cape Coast)
The Wind has a language, I would I could learn:
Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern,
—Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song,
And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along,
And the forest is lull'd by the dreamy strain,
And slumber sinks down on the wandering main,
And its crystal arms are folded in rest,
And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.
Sometimes when Autumn grows yellow and sear,
And the sad clouds weep for the dying year,
It comes like a wizard, and mutters its spell,
—I would that the magical tones I might tell—
And it beckons the leaves with its viewless hand,
And they leap from the branches at its command,
And follow its footsteps with wheeling feet,
Like fairies that dance in the moonlight sweet.
Sometimes it comes in the wintry night,
And I hear the flap of its pinions of might,
And I see the flash of its withering eye,
As it looks from the thunder-cloud sailing on high,
And pauses to gather its fearful breath,
And lifts up its voice, like the angel of death,—
And the billows leap up when the summons they hear,
And the ship flies away as if winged with fear,
And the uncouth creatures that dwell in the deep,
Start up at the sound from their floating sleep,
And career through the waters, like clouds through the night,
To share in the tumult their joy and delight,—
And when the moon rises, the ship is no more,
Its joys and its sorrows are vanish'd and o’er,
And the fierce storm that slew it, has faded away,
Like the dark dream that flies from the light of the day!
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Submitted by Madeleine Quinn on February 09, 2020
Modified on April 13, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJKKXELLIIXEMM |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,538 |
Words | 288 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 16 |
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