In a frantic world with fleeting desires
Of the same feather with fate conspire
Wind in an airy surge knows no path
Tunes of the wanderous gale join our hearts
Tumult of a mighty gust comes to pass
In love though in sadness so we dance
Sweetest of the gale is heard
Sadness from the gust we purge
In mighty harmony to heavens do our souls perch
very nice
this is a striking example of the 'metaphysical' school. Consider all the past poets prodigious intelligence, these dramatists were directly or indirectly affected by the intersection of nature and how the human mind incorporates its surroundings into thought. Especially, here in your words,
Tunes of the wanderous gale join our hearts
Tumult of a mighty gust comes to pass
In love though in sadness so we dance
there is a direct sensuous recreation of thought into feeling, which is exactly how poetry is formed.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot