The Wind

Why does the wind so want to be
 Here in  my little room with me?
He's all the world to blow about
But just because keep him out.


He cannot be a moment still
But frets upon my window-still,
And sometimes bring a noisy rain,
To help him batter at the pane.


Upon my door he comes to knock
He rattles,rattles at the lock,
 And lifts the latch and stirs the key
 Then waits a moment breathlessly.


 And soon,more fiercely than before
 He shakes my little trembling door,
 And though"Come in, Come in!"I say
 He neither comes nor goes away.


 Barefoot across the chilly floor
 I run and open wide the door,
He rushes in and back again
 He goes to batter door and pane.


 Pleased to have blown my candle out
 He's all the world to blow about,
 Why does he want so much to be
 Here in my little room with me?