With his hat in a pool, and his shoe in the mud.
Then away went the wind in its holiday glee!
And now it was far on the billowy sea;
And the lordly ships felt its staggering blow,
And the little boats darted to and fro:—
But lo! night came, and it sank to rest
On the sea-bird’s rock in the gleaming west,
Laughing to think, in its fearful fun,
How little of mischief it had done!
—William Howitt.