The Wind

The Wind by James Reeves

I can get through a doorway without any key,
And strip the leaves from the great oak tree.

I can drive storm-clouds and shake tall towers,
Or steal through a garden and not wake the flowers.

Seas I can move and ships I can sink;
I can carry a house-top or the scent of pink.

When I am angry I can rave and riot;
And when I am spent, I lay quiet as quiet.

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The Wind

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