In Pursuit of Spring

by Edward Thomas

“The wind is east, the wind is west,

Blows in and out of haven;

The wind that blows is the wind that’s best,

And croak, my jolly raven.

If here awhile we jigged and laughed,

The like we will do yonder;

For he’s the man who masters a craft,

And light as a lord can wander.

“So foot the measure, Roving Tim,

And croak, my jolly raven.