Poems (Storrie)/What the Wind Sang

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

SILHOUETTES

What the Wind Sang.

Oh, heard ye what the dawn-wind sang,
 Clean from the crystal night?
It blew a new breath thro' the world,
 And set the sun alight.
Oh, heard ye how it clarioned clear,
 With all the world for scope?
A new soul flickered into life,
 The dawn-wind sang of Hope.

Oh, heard ye how the noon-wind droned
 And laughed in drowsy mirth?
The warm day drank a draught of gold,
 And flung the dregs to earth.
A hawk poised in the lifted blue,
 But little recked the dove.
She preened her breast in purity;
 The wind sang "Love—ah! love!"

Oh, hear ye how the night-wind wails,
 All through the streaming dark?
It whirls a white dust thro' the air,
 The ashes of a spark.
Oh, hear ye how the night-wind wails
 In anguish scarce suppressed?
A soul is rocking on its wings
 And cannot, cannot rest.