WIND
The Wind bows down the poplar trees,The Wind bows down the crested seas;And he has bowed the heart of meUnder his hand of memory.O heavy-handed Wind, who goesHurting the petals of the rose;Who leaves the grasses on the hillBroken and pallid, spent and still!O heavy-handed Wind, who bringsTo me all echoing ancient things:Echoing sorrow and defeat,Crying like mourners, hard to meet!The Wind bows down the poplar treesAnd all the ocean’s argosies;But deeper bends the heart of me,Under his hand of memory.Harper’sFannie Stearns Davis
The Wind bows down the poplar trees,The Wind bows down the crested seas;And he has bowed the heart of meUnder his hand of memory.O heavy-handed Wind, who goesHurting the petals of the rose;Who leaves the grasses on the hillBroken and pallid, spent and still!O heavy-handed Wind, who bringsTo me all echoing ancient things:Echoing sorrow and defeat,Crying like mourners, hard to meet!The Wind bows down the poplar treesAnd all the ocean’s argosies;But deeper bends the heart of me,Under his hand of memory.Harper’sFannie Stearns Davis
The Wind bows down the poplar trees,The Wind bows down the crested seas;And he has bowed the heart of meUnder his hand of memory.
The Wind bows down the poplar trees,
The Wind bows down the crested seas;
And he has bowed the heart of me
Under his hand of memory.
O heavy-handed Wind, who goesHurting the petals of the rose;Who leaves the grasses on the hillBroken and pallid, spent and still!
O heavy-handed Wind, who goes
Hurting the petals of the rose;
Who leaves the grasses on the hill
Broken and pallid, spent and still!
O heavy-handed Wind, who bringsTo me all echoing ancient things:Echoing sorrow and defeat,Crying like mourners, hard to meet!
O heavy-handed Wind, who brings
To me all echoing ancient things:
Echoing sorrow and defeat,
Crying like mourners, hard to meet!
The Wind bows down the poplar treesAnd all the ocean’s argosies;But deeper bends the heart of me,Under his hand of memory.
The Wind bows down the poplar trees
And all the ocean’s argosies;
But deeper bends the heart of me,
Under his hand of memory.
Harper’sFannie Stearns Davis