WHY does the wind so want to be
Here in my little room with me?
He's all the world to blow about
But just because I keep him out
He can not be a moment still
And sometimes brings a noisy rain
To help him batter at my pane.
Upon my door he comes to knock
He rattles at the lock
And lifts the latch and stirs the key
Then waits a moment breathlessly
And soon, more fiercely than before
He shakes my little trembling door
And though,"Come in, come in" I say
He neither comes nor goes away.
Barefoot across the chilly floor
I run and open wide the door
He rushes in and back again
He goes to batter door and pane
Pleased to have blown my candle out
He's all the world to blow about
Why does he want so much to be
Here in my little room with me?
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