THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TO-NIGHT
Thereis a solemn wind to-nightThat sings of solemn rain;The trees that have been quiet so longFlutter and start again.The slender trees, the heavy trees,The fruit trees laden and proud,Lift up their branches to the windThat cries to them so loud.The little bushes and the plantsBow to the solemn sound,And every tiniest blade of grassShakes on the quiet ground.1917.
Thereis a solemn wind to-nightThat sings of solemn rain;The trees that have been quiet so longFlutter and start again.The slender trees, the heavy trees,The fruit trees laden and proud,Lift up their branches to the windThat cries to them so loud.The little bushes and the plantsBow to the solemn sound,And every tiniest blade of grassShakes on the quiet ground.1917.
Thereis a solemn wind to-nightThat sings of solemn rain;The trees that have been quiet so longFlutter and start again.
The slender trees, the heavy trees,The fruit trees laden and proud,Lift up their branches to the windThat cries to them so loud.
The little bushes and the plantsBow to the solemn sound,And every tiniest blade of grassShakes on the quiet ground.
1917.