Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees. — John Keats Copy Share Image
The wind has a language, I would I could learn! Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern, Sometimes it comes like a low sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along, And the forest is lull'd… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
