THE WEEK’S POEM.

Otago Witness, Issue 4028, 26 May 1931, Page 71

THE WEEK’S POEM.

A beautiful old idea dating from the fifteenth century, children, is that, at two o’clock in the morning, the earth seems to stir in its sleep, and a little wind which has been sleeping till then rouses itself and goes off to waken the sun. Rudyard Kipling has written the following poem about it, and done it very effectively, as you will discover if you read it softly to yourselves. The last verse could be omitted if you liked. It means, however, that, no matter how bad times are, there will always come a period of happiness in which men will smile and be friendly with each other and forget that there was ever any trouble among them. DOT. THE DAWN WIND. At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is- going to call the sun. And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done. So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down, Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes, Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind strays on, Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks. Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel’s wing, Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: “The Sun! The Sun!” And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing. And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is day and his work is done. So when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her waking Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and moan. Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking, And everyone smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!