The Sorrow of the Winds
O winds that pass uncomforted
Through all the peaceful meads of spring,
And tell the trees your sorrowing,
That they must mourn till ye are fled !
Think ye the Tyrian distance holds
The crystal of unbroken sleep ?
That those forgetful purples keep
No veiled, contentious greens and golds ?
Half with communicated grief,
Half that they are not free to pass
With you across the flickering grass,
Mourns each inclinèd bough and leaf.
And I, with soul disquieted,
Shall find within the haunted spring
No peace, till your strange sorrowing
Is down the Tyrian distance fled.
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