Buffetted by warm winds all day long
I stand and feel the breeze flow through my hair
Imagining that nothing can be wrong
In such a pleasant and a wholesome air.
Yet even as I frolic in the wind
I cannot hold too close to this conceit.
I know too well how heaven can rescind
Its blessings, and make happiness retreat.
So should the wind now warm turn sharp and cold,
Or day turn suddenly to close-shut night,
My current joy, made obsolete, would fold
And rise as sadness as I prayed for light
And heat. But still despite the chance of turning
I revel in the warmth within me burning.
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