The Wind Is Air Personified

Who sings in the curtains, by the window panes, Who sings in the clouds, pushing the rain, Who sings in the yonder- then comes close again, Who sings in the night, and at dawn, so faint? Who sings in the mill blades, turning and turning, Who whispers the laundry, gently yearning, Who sings in the springtime, when the flowers are darning, Who sings round the fire, when the leaves are burning? Who sings in the storm and splashes the tides, Who lives in the air and on high kites rides, Who kicks up the dust and throws it to sky? It's only the wind: air personified.