III. Nature
XVI. The Wind.
 

IT's like the light, --
        A fashionless delight
It's like the bee, --
        A dateless melody.

It's like the woods,
        Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
        The proudest trees.

It's like the morning, --
        Best when it's done, --
The everlasting clocks
        Chime noon.