Wind

Oh howling moaning whispering wind What does thou do in moonless night While stars are blinking in sadness And nothing else is there in sight Thou stir branches of willow tree That stood in heart of meadow right Whom lost thou in this waning moon For whom thou roam in hamlet's lane Why knock thou doors in horrid night Why waste thou thy time all in vain Oh wind thou go in far off vale Where beechen trees are evergreen Where leaves float in air like ships Where eyes are dipped in heavens scene Go thou to land of mirth and Glee Oh go and kiss the setting sun While sky and earth are dipped in dew In meadow children play and run Thou filled with hues of life and death Thou in thy family only one Thy lineage, all thy family tree Hath no one which is there like thou Thou art the friend of moonless night Thou art the charm of moonless glow All lonesome hearts who smile with thee For them thou art a friend unique Oh come in thy own ancient garb In Davids court thee widows seek Oh harp of ancient far off woods Oh flute of lonesome grove of trees Go heal the wounds of burning hearts Thou soothing lass thou darkling breeze