As I was putting things away in my new (almost finished) Art Room today, my eyes fell across this little book...of course I had originally picked it up because of the beautiful pen and ink drawings...I'm flipping through (very gently, as it's falling apart), and I was captured by this beautiful poem...You may have heard of the book before, ;) , A Child's Garden of Verses by R.L. Stevenson...There is no date in it as I believe it's been recovered, so it does not have value, except to me, for the value of the lovely, intricate ink drawings and the timeless verses...It seems to be a 1905 copy, as far as I can tell...I will have to show you some of it's details and etchings in another post...Until then, sometimes words, as in this case, are as beautiful as any photograph...I hope they inspire you, as they have me...
Enjoy!
M. :)
The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass
Like Ladies' skirts across the grass-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
R.L.S.
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