The Wind of Sorrow

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The Wind of Sorrow

The fire of love was burning, yet so low

That in the peaceful dark it made no rays,

And in the light of perfect-placid days

The ashes hid the smouldering embers’ glow.

Vainly, for love’s delight, we sought to throw

New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze:

In life’s calm air and tranquil-prosperous ways

We missed the radiant heat of long ago.

Then in the night, a night of sad alarms,

Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears

That drove us trembling to each other’s arms,

Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears

Into life’s calm the wind of sorrow came,

And fanned the fire of love to clearest name.