How lonesome the wind must feel nights

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -
When People have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in -
How pompous the Wind must feel Noons
Stepping to incorporeal Tunes
Correcting errors of the sky
And clarifying scenery
How mighty the Wind must feel Morns
Encamping on a thousand Dawns -
Espousingone each and spurning all
Then soaring to his Turret Temple Tall -