The Winds

Author: William Cullen Bryant  | Date: 1864


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.


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Chicago: William Cullen Bryant, "I," The Winds Original Sources, accessed April 3, 2020,

MLA: Bryant, William Cullen. "I." The Winds, Original Sources. 3 Apr. 2020.

Harvard: Bryant, WC, 'I' in The Winds. Original Sources, retrieved 3 April 2020, from