Alice MacDonald Kipling

“ Wind Music
A WIND harp in a garden all year round,
Was fingered by the winds, and each one found
Within its silver strings an answering sound.
A wind for Summer, and a wind for Spring;
For Autumn, and for Winter,—let them sing
Their own songs in the music that they bring.
The soft South wind came like a lover sighing
Some low sweet song of love that, never dying,
Could still be faithful, though its hope was flying.
The West wind brought a tender, yearning strain,
As of a heart that breathed regret and pain
For something lost and never found again. ”