Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WIND OF THE MOOR, by CLINTON SCOLLARD 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER |
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