The wind blew all my wedding-day
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind
And a stable door was banging, again and again
That he must go and shut it, leaving me
Stupid in candlelight, hearing rain
Seeing my face in the twisted candlestick
Yet seeing nothing. When he came back
He said the horses were restless, and I was sad
That any man or beast that night should lack
The happiness I had
Now in the day
All's ravelled under the sun by the wind's blowing
He has gone to look at the floods, and I
Carry a chipped pail to the chicken-run
Set it down, and stare. All is the wind
Hunting through clouds and forests, thrashing
My apron and the hanging cloths on the line
Can it be borne, this bodying-forth by wind
Of joy my actions turn on, like a thread
Carrying beads? Shall I be let to sleep
Now this perpetual morning shares my bed?
Can even d**h dry up
These new delighted lakes, conclude
Our kneeling as cattle by all-generous waters?