I Blow across the stagnant world, <br />I blow across the sea, <br />For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, <br />For me, the uprooted tree. <br />My challenge to the world is hurled; <br />The world must bow to me. <br /> <br />I drive the clouds across the sky, <br />I huddle them like sheep; <br />Merciless shepherd-dog am I <br />And shepherd-watch I keep. <br />If in the quiet vales they lie <br />I blow them up the steep. <br /> <br />Lo! In the tree-tops do I hide, <br />In every living thing; <br />On the moon's yellow wings I glide, <br />On the wild rose I swing; <br />On the sea-horse's back I ride, <br />And what then do I bring? <br /> <br />And when a little child is ill <br />I pause, and with my hand <br />I wave the window curtain's frill <br />That he may understand <br />Outside the wind is blowing still; <br />...It is a pleasant land. <br /> <br />O stranger in a foreign place, <br />See what I bring to you. <br />This rain--is tears upon your face; <br />I tell you--tell you true <br />I came from that forgotten place <br />Where once the wattle grew,-- <br /> <br />All the wild sweetness of the flower <br />Tangled against the wall. <br />It was that magic, silent hour.... <br />The branches grew so tall <br />They twined themselves into a bower. <br />The sun shown... and the fall <br /> <br />Of yellow blossom on the grass! <br />You feel that golden rain? <br />Both of you could not hold, alas, <br />(both of you tried, in vain) <br />A memory, stranger. So I pass.... <br />It will not come again<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-wind-in-london/
