James Reeves

The Wind

I can get through a doorway without any key,
And strip the leaves from the great oak tree. 

I can drive storm-clouds and shake tall towers,
Or steal through a garden and not wake the flowers.

Seas I can move and ships I can sink;
I can carry a house-top or the scent of a pink.

When I am angry I can rave and riot;
And when I am spent, I lie quiet and quiet.