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1235

Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind—
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand—
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road—
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad—
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2008 9:54 PM | Viewed: 5749 times

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