A Stranger came to the door at ev
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than t

The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I’ll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged - though not dead.

Where had I heard this wind befor
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing the
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shor

I have been one acquainted with th
I have walked out in rain—and back
I have outwalked the furthest city
I have looked down the saddest cit
I have passed by the watchman on h

Before man to blow to right
The wind once blew itself untaught
And did its loudest day and night
In any rough place where it caught
Man came to tell it what was wrong

He is said to have been the last
In Action. And the Miller is sai
If you like to call such a sound a
But he gave no one else a laugher’
For he turned suddenly grave as if

To drive Paul out of any lumber c
All that was needed was to say to
‘How is the wife, Paul?’- and he’
Some said it was because be bad no
And hated to be twitted on the sub

The play seems out for an almost i
Don’t mind a little thing like the
The only I worry about is the sun
We’ll be all right if nothing goes

I’ve known ere now an interfering
Of alder catch my lifted axe behin
But that was in the woods, to hold
From striking at another alder’s r
And that was, as I say, an alder

Thine emulous fond flowers are dea
And the daft sun—assaulter, he
That frighted thee so oft, is fled
Save only me
(Nor is it sad to thee!)