O wind, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees

    O WIND, thou hast thy kingdom in the trees. 
    And all thy royalties 
    Sweep through the land to-day. 
    It is mid June, 
    And thou, with all thine instruments in tune, 
    Thine orchestra 
    Of heaving fields, and heavy, swinging fir, 
    Strikest a lay 
    That doth rehearse 
    Her ancient freedom to the universe. 
    All other sound in awe 

    Repeals its law ; 
    The bird is mute, the sea 
    Sucks up its waves, from rain 
    The burthened clouds refrain. 
    To listen to thee in thy leafery. 
    Thou unconfined. 
    Lavish, large, soothing, refluent summer-wind !