The Wind

The Wind
- E.Rendall

Why does the wind so want to be

Here in my little room with me?

He's all the world to blow about,

But just because I keep him out

He cannot be moment still,

But frets upon my window sill,

And sometimes brings a noisy rain

To help him batter at the pane.

Upon my door he comes to knock.

He rattles, rattles at the lock

And lifts the latch and stirs the key-

Then waits a moment breathlessly,

And soon, more fiercely than before,

He shakes my little trembling door,

And though "Come in, Come in!" I say,

he neither comes nor goes away.

Barefoot across the chilly floor

I run and open wide the door;

He rushes in, and back again

He goes to batter door and pane,

Pleased to have blown my candle out.

He's all the world to blow about,

Why does he want so much to be

Here in my little room with me?