Classic Poem

1

 The wind blows the trees about
 In the green field
 The wind blows the bees about
 Which bushes shield
 'Tis the green wind of May time
 That suddenly wakes
 That starts in the day time
 When every thing shakes
The trees and the bushes, the grasses and grain
Like the waves of the ocean roll over the plain.

2

 The wind what can beat it
 So frolic and playful
 The beast cannot eat it
 Though it fills all the day full
 'Tis the grass in the meadow
 All tossing in billows
 The wheat where streams glidder
 Waving under the willows
Now the trees in the hedges are heaving like hair
And bushes are shaking like living things there.

3

 The water all curdles
 Like wrinkles in ice
 Like ribbed floating hurdles
 That look rather nice
 It swabbs the bullrushes
 The flags it swirls through
 By the ozier bed pushes
 Where the white lilies grew
Whose broad leaves are wet with the plash o' the wave
Where the froth binds the bullrush like snow on the grave.

4

 It blows in my face now
 Though I do'nt see it pass
 It breathes on the flowers now
 Now billows the grass
 It sweeps the grey willows
 Like the roof of a house
 Swirls the sedges i' billows
 O'er the nest o' the mouse
Flys Bees and crickets are singing all day
 And winds mooving every green thing in its way.