The Winds
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I
Ye winds, ye unseen currents of the air,
Softly ye played a few brief hours ago;
Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the hair
O’er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow;
Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue;
Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew;
Before you the catalpa’s blossoms flew,
Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.
Contents:
Chicago:
William Cullen Bryant, "I," The Winds Original Sources, accessed October 27, 2026, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=R36IWPFY6AF1WG1.
MLA:
Bryant, William Cullen. "I." The Winds, Original Sources. 27 Oct. 2026. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=R36IWPFY6AF1WG1.
Harvard:
Bryant, WC, 'I' in The Winds. Original Sources, retrieved 27 October 2026, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=R36IWPFY6AF1WG1.