THE WIND
THE night is sobbing and crying with rain,
And the wind is drifting among the trees;
Drifting and whispering to me again
Of the memories — of the memories!
Like a phantom sea is the drifting wind;
Flowing towards us, ebbing apart;
The merciless wind without a heart!
Like a phantom sea is the drifting wind.
And my memories tear me away from you;
And your memories tear you away from me;
While the wind goes wailing between us two,
The drifting wind, like a phantom sea.
Oh hollow spaces, oh midnight springs!
Oh deep night-valleys wet with the rain!
Lure, lure this wind to fold up its wings
And bury our memories again!
Then I would forget, and you would forget;
And beneath the sleeping wind
We would pray to the darkness, and watch regret
Drift away o'er the pastures wet,
Till silence healed our mind.
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