Gloomy Midnight Breeze

In a gloomy midnight,
When the wind does blow,
From where it comes,
You’ll never ever know.

Whatever it touches,
It feels like snow.
When hasty, it bends,
A tree, like a bow.

Watching me shivering,
My quivering elbow,
Laughing from a tree,
A big black crow.

"Stop this breeze, God!
Or make it slow."
Here it comes again.
"Oh! NO! NO! NO!"