First Line: ROUGH WIND, THAT MOANEST LOUD Last Line: WAIL, FOR THE WORLD'S WRONG. Subject(s): GRIEF; SORROW; SADNESS;
Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, -- Wail, for the world's wrong.
