Often I've heard the Wind sigh By the ivied orchard wall, Over the leaves in the dark night, Breathe a sighing call, And faint away in the silence, While I, in my bed, Wondered, 'twixt dreaming and waking, What it said. Nobody knows what the Wind is, Under the height of the sky, Where the hosts of the stars keep far away house And its wave sweeps by -- Just a great wave of the air, Tossing the leaves in its sea, And foaming under the eaves of the roof That covers me. And so we live under deep water, All of us, beasts and men, And our bodies are buried down under the sand, When we go again; And leave, like the fishes, our shells, And float on the Wind and away, To where, o'er the marvellous tides of the air, Burns day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |