teacher poem

i heard the wind all day
she might have known it in the earlier spring
blossoms of babies
i love the old melodious lays
if i were very sure
she must go back, she said
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i think it just splendid
i never knew the earth had so much gold
out of the sparkling sea
through the broad earth's aching breast
master of human destinies am i
bring me soft song
to clothe the fiery thought