The Wind (Chivers)

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Thou wringest, with thy invisible hand, the foam
  Out of the emerald drapery of the sea,
Beneath whose foldings lies the Sea-Nymph's home—
  Lifted, to make it visible, by thee;
Till thou art exiled, earthward, from the maine,
To cool the parched tongue of the Earth with rain.

Thy viewless wing sweeps, with its tireless flight,
  Whole Navies from their boundings on the waves—
Wrapping the canvas, pregnant with thy might,
  Around the seamen in their watery graves!
Till thou dost fall asleep upon the grass,
And then the ocean is as smooth as glass.

Thou art the Gardner of the flowery earth—
  The Sower in the spring-time of the year—
Clearing plantations, in thy goings forth,
  Amid the wilderness, where all is drear—
Scattering ten thousand giant oaks around,
Like playthings, on the dark, opprobrious ground.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.