Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WIND OF THE MOOR, by CLINTON SCOLLARD



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WIND OF THE MOOR, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Wind of the moor, breath of the vast free reaches
Last Line: And would fain forget -- forget, oh, wind of the moor!
Subject(s): Wind


WIND of the moor, breath of the vast free reaches,
What is the mutable voice wherewith you cry?
I listen and listen again, and I dream your speech is
Freighted with whisper of lips from the days gone by.

Ever at dawn of the day, or when sunsets darken,
The murmur comes of strange, inscrutable things;
And methinks that I often catch, what time I hearken,
The rustle of feet and the beating of unseen wings.

Wind of the moor, you are eldritch, aye, you are eerie!
For all of the pain of the past can you find no cure?
Rest for a little space, for my heart is weary,
And would fain forget -- forget, oh, wind of the moor!





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