For a Moment The Wind Died Poem by Theodore Dreiser

For a Moment The Wind Died



For a moment the wind died,
And then came the sense of quieting leaves;
And then came the great stillness of the landscape;
And then the chorus of unheard insects;
And then the perfect sky, pouring a blaze
of light through mottled leaves.
And then the wind sprang up again—
And there was coolness in the air,
And for the face,
And the tired heart.

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Theodore Dreiser

Theodore Dreiser

Terre Haute, Indiana, United States
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