English poem
The Winds of the World
by Talbot Mundy (1879–1940)
Ever the Winds of the World fare forth 3(Oh, listen ye! Ah, listen ye!), East and West, and South and North, Shuttles weaving back and forth 3Amid the warp! (Oh, listen ye!) Can sightless touch—can vision keen Hunt where the Winds of the World have been And searching, learn what rumors mean? 3(Nay, ye who are wise! Nay, listen ye!) When tracks are crossed and scent is stale, 'Tis fools who shout—the fast who fail! 3But wise men harken-Listen ye!