The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, –
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
A narrow fellow in the grass
You may have met him—did you not
His notice sudden is,
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
“Why do I love” You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.