Beware of the wind when it talks to your heart: It will say things darker than rain in the night; It will say things older than life or light; It will say things stranger than wrong or right. Let it not tell too much of the world. There was chaos once -- and may be again. There were seas unshaped for none to ken -- And the mystery of unmade men. Beware lest it talk of the length of time Before and after life has been, Not of the brief brave spark between That life is on earth's lonely scene. Close your shutter and draw your blind, Shut your heart and read of today; For the wind comes from too far away And says such things as none should say. |