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Song of the Wind

From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 23, 1913.
 By Robert Loveman.
 

 The wind has a mind of his own
     He’s a lover and rover free
 He mutters among the clouds
     He flutters above the sea;
 He ravages regions rare
     Where savages leap in glee
 He strips the forests bare
     In autumnal ecstasy.
 
 The wind is a child of earth
     Of ocean, air and sky,
 He joys at a young world’s birth
     He moans when the old ones die;
 He can woo a nodding rose to rest
     Or trample an empire down,
 He’s sceptered king of everything
     And the high stars are his crown.