In a Ward

O wind that tosses free
The children’s hair;
Scatters the blossom of
Apple and pear;
Blow in my heart, touch me,
Gladden me here.

You have seen so many things--
Blow in and tell
Tales of white sand and golden
’Gainst the sea swell.
Bring me fine meadow-thoughts,
Fresh orchard smell.

Here we must stare through glass
To see the sun--
Stare at flat ceilings white
Till day is done:
While you, sunshine, starshine,
May out and run.

Blow in and bring us all
Dear home-delight--
Green face of the Spring earth,
Blue of deep night.
Blot each of our faces
From the others’ sight.