At the Back of the North Wind

I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't. That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all that.
"What makes it yours?"
"I love it so."
"Does loving a thing make it yours?"
"I think so, Mother -- at l…

"How kind you are, North Wind!"
"I am only just. All kindness is but justice. We owe it."

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the oc…