English poem
The Winds
by Hartley Burr Alexander (1873–1939)
The wind is coming to me, Coming to me with coolness, Coming to me with fullness, Breathing upon me---- The Spirit Wind.
Fanned onward by wings cloud-feathered, Soft with white snow, gray with misty rain, Fragrant and freshening, come the winds---- The Spirit Winds.
They breathe upon my body, They lave me in their coolness, With their fullness they obliterate me....
Death, too, is a Spirit; Death, too, is a Wind.