Who
has seen the wind?
Neither
I nor you;
But
when the leaves hang trembling
The
wind is passing through.
Who
has seen the wind?
Neither
I nor you;
But
when trees bow down their heads,
The
wind is passing by.
O
wind , why do you never rest,
Wandering
, whistling to and fro,
Bringing
rain out of the west,
From
the dim north bringing snow?
Christina
Rossetti
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