the imperious breeze

The imperious breeze came coolly down
some far green hill, and passed us by. 
It would not turn aside for us.
As hot and sticky as we were, it was
that chill, and that aloof - but just.
We saw it ruffle blades of grass
not twelve yards distant, as it passed 
- but there was no hope in a rush
to reach that spot. There was 
no breeze for us.