The Wind.
Which way does the wind come? Which way does he go?
He rides over the water and over the snow,
Through woods and through valleys, and over the height
Through woods and through valleys, and over the height
Which the goat cannot climb, takes his sounding flight;
He tosses about in every bare tree,
As, if you look up, you plainly may see;
But how he will come, and whither he goes,
There’s never a scholar in England knows.
As, if you look up, you plainly may see;
But how he will come, and whither he goes,
There’s never a scholar in England knows.