Oh That a Wind

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Oh That a Wind

Oh that a wind would call

From the depths of the leafless wood!

Oh that a voice would fall

On the ear of my solitude!

Far away is the sea,

With its sound and its spirit tone;

Over it white clouds flee;

But I am alone, alone.

Straight and steady and tall

The trees stand on their feet;

Fast by the old stone wall

The moss grows green and sweet;

But my heart is full of fears,

For the sun shines far away;

And they look in my face through tears,

And the light of a dying day.

My heart was glad last night

As I pressed it with my palm;

Its throb was airy and light

As it sang some spirit psalm;

But it died away in my breast

As I wandered forth to-day⁠—

As a bird sat dead on its nest,

While others sang on the spray.

O weary heart of mine,

Is there ever a Truth for thee?

Will ever a sun outshine

But the sun that shines on me?

Away, away through the air

The clouds and the leaves are blown;

And my heart hath need of prayer,

For it sitteth alone, alone.