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
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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