The Wind. By Robert Louis Stevenson. I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky And all around I heard you pass Like ladies` skirts across the grass – O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud the song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself at all. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all – O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stranger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long O wind?