by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

Now the winds are riding by
Language: English 
Now the winds are riding by, 
Clouds are galloping the sky. 
And the trees are lashing their 
Leafy plumes upon the air ; 
They are crying as they sway --
"Pull the roots out of the clay. 
Dance away, O, dance away; 
Leave the rooted place and speed 
To the hill-side and the mead. 
To the roaring seas we go. 
Chase the airy birds, and know. 
Flying high, flying high. 
All the freedom of the sky. 
All the freedom of the sky."

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