O wind of God, that blowest in the mind, <br />Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me; <br />Blow, swifter blow, a strong warm summer wind, <br />Till all the flowers with eyes come out to see; <br />Blow till the fruit hangs red on every tree, <br />And our high-soaring song-larks meet thy dove- <br />High the imperfect soars, descends the perfect love! <br /> <br />Blow not the less though winter cometh then; <br />Blow, wind of God, blow hither changes keen; <br />Let the spring creep into the ground again, <br />The flowers close all their eyes and not be seen: <br />All lives in thee that ever once hath been! <br />Blow, fill my upper air with icy storms; <br />Breathe cold, O wind of God, and kill my cankerworms.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-wind-of-god/
