WIND

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like dragging clothes across the grass—
   O wind, a-blowing all day long,
   O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all—
   O wind, a-blowing all day long,
   O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
   O wind, a-blowing all day long,
   O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894). 
(from A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913)