Poem by James Stephens

The Wind

The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand
And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.

1. The Turn of the Road
2. The Fifteen Acres
3. Westland Row
4. The Glass of Beer
5. Hate

Mathilde Blind The Wind ("ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind")

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