The wind

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?