The wind stood up and gave a shout. <br />He whistled on his fingers and <br />Kicked the withered leaves about <br />And thumped the branches with his hand <br />And said that he'd kill and kill, <br />And so he will and so he will.<br /><br />James Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-84/
