But you laugh and troll out gaily on your way,
"Keep the fragments, little earth-men, dance and play,
'Tis a dainty roundelay,
Hold it, pray; hold it, pray.
For myself, my breath is fierce, myself am great,
For my tiny fallen airs I dare not wait;
Storms beneath my rushing wings unfurled
Roll the symphonies which dominate the world."
The Grey Wind
I have been, where never man went,
With the grey wind:
Far from the gorse and the wet earth scent
I have been.
I have seen, what no man hath seen
With the grey wind:
I have cowered down his knees between:
I have seen.
I have heard, what no man hath heard
With the grey wind:
The dry leaves crackle and snap at his word
I have heard.
I have heard, and I watched them fly
All the wild leaves
In a hustled crowd, to the stormy sky,
At his word.
And they swept in a whirlwind wan,
Churned by his breath,
Out to the windways, where never sun shone,
Forth they swept.
Whiles they leapt in a maddened dance,
Swung scatterwise;
Eddied and swirled to a swift advance
Till they crept