316 <br /> <br />The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today— <br />Further than that— <br />Nor stop to play with the Hay— <br />Nor joggle a Hat— <br />He's a transitive fellow—very— <br />Rely on that— <br /> <br />If He leave a Bur at the door <br />We know He has climbed a Fir— <br />But the Fir is Where—Declare— <br />Were you ever there? <br /> <br />If He brings Odors of Clovers— <br />And that is His business—not Ours— <br />Then He has been with the Mowers— <br />Whetting away the Hours <br />To sweet pauses of Hay— <br />His Way—of a June Day— <br /> <br />If He fling Sand, and Pebble— <br />Little Boys Hats—and Stubble— <br />With an occasional Steeple— <br />And a hoarse "Get out of the way, I say," <br />Who'd be the fool to stay? <br />Would you—Say— <br />Would you be the fool to stay?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-didn-t-come-from-the-orchard-today/
