Emily Dickinson

How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights -

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights - When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in - How pompous the Wind must feel Noons Stepping to incorporeal Tunes Correcting errors of the sky And clarifying scenery How mighty the Wind must feel Morns Encamping on a thousand dawns Espousing each and spurning all Then soaring to his Temple Tall -