My Argument Is This Poem by Lee Janes

My argument is this.., why blow so strongly wind?
Why are your gusts overly fierce today?
Do you pick on that what I most love and cherish,
Or are you hurtful just by being?
Leave one calm sky over my head, hang that blue
Over awhile longer, as I softly rest,
Relax, and contemplate my loving pink rose.
If you do not yield your wrath,
Cease your anger in swirling gulfs of air
Which no leaf stood chance alone;
Or a streams face bracing her efforts with stern
Fingers grasping to her waves;
But release they do; with all fainting efforts
As reflected sweat trickles down her brow,
And copies the drops with ripples all their own.
Now blemishes appear here upon her still!
If, I pray, you do not relent from your rough blows,
My shoes will be wrapped for journey!
My coat will be awaken'd from its hung-slumber
-Being jolted from its use-too sleep!
I would, believe, find those temples where sacrifice
Were slained for the immortal Gods,
Where the white bulls neck detached from his body
Without immense Natures full consent!
Those times where our pleas were heard by willing ears!
There, will your harsh-harrowing halt!