The Wind: L.E. Landon

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 lulled by the dreamy strain;

And slumber sinks down on the wandering main,

And its crystal arms are folded in rest,

And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.

Summary: In the poem, ‘The Wind’, the poet L. E. Landon describes about the rhythm of wind. He thought that the wind has a language from which he could learn. Sometimes the wind is soothing or peaceful. Sometimes it is stern. Sometimes it comes like a small sweet song. When the sound of wind floats along, all things grow peaceful. The forest is lulled by the dreamy twist. Slumber sinks down on the wandering main. Its crystal arms are folded in rest. The tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast.