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 !