The Plovers' Wind

The plovers' wind is blowing —
    A lusty wind and strong
In viewless torrents going
    The leafless boughs among.

It shakes, it fills with riot
    The bent and groaning pine,
And stirs a pulse unquiet
    In nature's veins and mine.

The plovers' wind is blowing,
    It fills the brimming springs,
And sets the hot life flowing
    In all created things.

To all it brings renewing —
    The sap to bush and tree —
The plover to his wooing,
    And the ghost of love to me . . .