English poem
A Frolic
by E. Stuart Hardy (1865–1935)
I knew you had come for a frolic, Wind, The minute I heard you rise And watched you blow the grey little clouds To the fire in the sunset skies.
I saw you fly with a leap and a bound To give the trees a fright. What fun when they shivered, and tossed, and shook, And the aspen leaves turned white!
O, how I wish I were you, wild Wind! Then I'd have fun enough, For nobody ever forbids your games Or says they are rude and rough!
I'd whirl the clouds to the end of the skies, And the ships as fast and far; And I'd set the whole big world in a dance And blow out every star!
I'd rock the houses and toss the trees. How frightened the folks would be! But the children and birds would know quite well There was nothing to fear from me.
There would be no punishment-time to dread At the end of this delight; For they'd only say when the morning came: "What a gale we had last night!"