  Hear the illimitable wind Rush from a desolate sea of space Into the valley’s folded gloom, And smite the branches gibbeted On frosty trees, and lash the woods To moans of age-old agony! Hark! how it leaps upon the roofs Of cottages, to drop whimpering Like some old dog before the door of home; Or pipes through chink and sill, a witless thing. It is the only houseless one, A pensioner of sea and cloud, An outcast in a universe Of night and day, of life and death, An alien, frenzied wanderer,— Homeless, illimitable wind! |
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