HARK! how the wind sighs out of sight Sorrow and warning. It raged and wrestled in pain all night, It sighs at morning. The very trees where the wild winds wreak The wrongs of the city, Groan and creak as they fain would speak Pardon and pity. Heart, keep silence; forebode no more Warning and sorrow. Who knows, the heavens may hold in store Spring for to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN |