Before man came to blow it right <br />The wind once blew itself untaught, <br />And did its loudest day and night <br />In any rough place where it caught. <br /> <br />Man came to tell it what was wrong: <br />I hadn't found the place to blow; <br />It blew too hard--the aim was song. <br />And listen--how it ought to go! <br /> <br />He took a little in his mouth, <br />And held it long enough for north <br />To be converted into south, <br />And then by measure blew it forth. <br /> <br />By measure. It was word and note, <br />The wind the wind had meant to be-- <br />A little through the lips and throat. <br />The aim was song--the wind could see.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aim-was-song-the/
