Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MOAN, YE WILD WINDS!, by BAYARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Moan, ye wild winds! Around the pane
Last Line: Or ere ye cease, if shed for me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard
Subject(s): Heaven; Rain; Wind; Paradise


MOAN, ye wild winds! around the pane,
And fall, thou drear December rain!
Fill with your gusts the sullen day,
Tear the last clinging leaves away!
Reckless as yonder naked tree,
No blast of yours can trouble me.

Give me your chill and stern embrace,
And pour your baptism on my face
Sound in mine ears the airy moan
That sweeps in desolate monotone,
Where on the unsheltered hill-top beat
The marches of your homeless feet.

Moan on, ye winds! and pour, thou rain!
Your stormy sobs and tears are vain,
If shed for her whose fading eyes
Will open soon on Paradise:
The eye of Heaven shall blinded be,
Or ere ye cease, if shed for me.





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