Spring Wind In London - Ghizela Rowe

Spring Wind In London by Katherine Mansfield

I Blow across the stagnant world

I blow across the sea

For me the sailor's flag unfurled

For me the uprooted tree

My challenge to the world is hurled;

The world must bow to me

I drive the clouds across the sky

I huddle them like sheep;

Merciless shepherd-dog am I

And shepherd-watch I keep

If in the quiet vales they lie

I blow them up the steep

Lo In the tree-tops do I hide

In every living thing;

On the moon's yellow wings I glide

On the wild rose I swing;

On the sea-horse's back I ride

And what then do I bring

And when a little child is ill

I pause and with my hand

I wave the window curtain's frill

That he may understand

Outside the wind is blowing still;

It is a pleasant land

O stranger in a foreign place

See what I bring to you

This rain is tears upon your face;

I can tell you tell you true

I came from that forgotten place

Where once the wattle grew

All the wild sweetness of the flower

Tangled against the wall

It was that magic silent hour

The branches grew so tall

They twined themselves into a bower

The sun shown and the fall

Of yellow blossom on the grass

You feel that golden rain

Both of you could not hold alas

Both of you tried in vain

A memory stranger So I pass

It will not come again