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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Wind (Dickinson)				As if some caravan of sound On deserts, in the sky, Had broken rank, Then knit, and passed In seamless company.
The Wind and the Pine-Tree	Sir Henry Taylor	1820	English	From “Edwin the Fair” THE TALE was this: The wind, when first he rose and went abroad Through the waste region, felt himself at fault, Wanting a voice; and suddenly to earth Descended with a wafture and a swoop, Where, wandering volatile from kind...
The Wind begun to knead the Grass —			English
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today —				The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today — Further than that — Nor stop to play with the Hay — Nor joggle a Hat — He's a transitive fellow — very — Rely on that — If He leave a Bur at the door...
The wind drew off			English	The wind drew off Like hungry dogs Defeated of a bone — Through fissures in Volcanic cloud The yellow lightning shone — The trees held up Their mangled limbs Like animals in pain —...
The Wind in a Frolic	William Howitt		English	The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a mad-cap galloping chase! I ’ll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down...
The Wind took up the Northern Things			English	The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south — Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to...
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —			English	The Wind — tapped like a tired Man — And like a Host — "Come in" I boldly answered — entered then My Residence within A Rapid — footless Guest — To offer whom a Chair Were as impossible as hand...
The Wind's Message			English	There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the river's flow; It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart ironbark; It drifted where the wild ducks played amid the swamps below;...
The Wind-Swept Wheat	Mary Ainge De Vere		English	Faint, faint and clear, Faint as the music that in dreams we hear Shaking the curtain-fold of sleep, That shuts away The world’s hoarse voice, the sights and sounds of day, Her sorry joys, her phantoms false and fleet,— So softly, softly stirs...
The Winged Worshippers	Charles Sprague		English	gay, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields of heaven? Ye have no need of prayer, Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, Where mortals to their Maker bend? Can your pure spirits fear The God ye never...
The Winged Worshippers	Charles Sprague		English	[Addressed to two swallows that flew into the Chauncy Place Church during divine service.] GAY, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields of heaven? Ye have no need of prayer; Ye have no sins to be forgiven. Why perch ye here, ...
The Winter Nosegay			English	THE WINTER NOSEGAY. What Nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied, And Winter is deck'd with a smile. See...
The Winters are so short —			English	The Winters are so short — I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away — And moving into Pod — Myself — for scarcely settled — The Phoebes have begun — And then — it's time to strike my Tent...
The Wistful Days	Robert Underwood Johnson		English	What is there wanting in the Spring? The air is soft as yesteryear; The happy-nested green is here, And half the world is on the wing. The morning beckons, and like balm Are westward waters blue and calm. Yet something’s wanting in the...
The Witch in the Glass	Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt		English	“my mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red, red mouth to whisper low The very thing I should not know!” “Alack for all your mother’s care! A bird of the...
The Witch in the Glass	Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt		English	“my mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red, red mouth, to whisper low The very thing I should not know!” Alack for all your mother’s care!...
The Witch's Whelp	Richard Henry Stoddard		English	Along the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn, Covered with thick green scum; the billows rise, And fill them to the brim with clouded foam, And then subside, and leave the scum again. The ribbed sand is full of hollow gulfs, Where monsters from the waters...
The Wives of Weinsberg			English	From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks WHICH way to Weinsberg? neighbor, say! ’T is sure a famous city: It must have cradled, in its day, Full many a maid of noble clay, And matrons wise and witty; And if ever marriage should happen to me,...
The Wolf and the Dog	Jean de La Fontaine	1641	English	From the French by Elizur Wright A PROWLING wolf, whose shaggy skin (So strict the watch of dogs had been) Hid little but his bones, Once met a mastiff dog astray. A prouder, fatter, sleeker Tray No human mortal owns. Sir Wolf, in...