Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti

Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti

 Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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