SILHOUETTES
What the Wind Sang.
Oh, heard ye what the dawn-wind sang,
Clean from the crystal night?
It blew a new breath thro' the world,
And set the sun alight.
Oh, heard ye how it clarioned clear,
With all the world for scope?
A new soul flickered into life,
The dawn-wind sang of Hope.
Clean from the crystal night?
It blew a new breath thro' the world,
And set the sun alight.
Oh, heard ye how it clarioned clear,
With all the world for scope?
A new soul flickered into life,
The dawn-wind sang of Hope.
Oh, heard ye how the noon-wind droned
And laughed in drowsy mirth?
The warm day drank a draught of gold,
And flung the dregs to earth.
A hawk poised in the lifted blue,
But little recked the dove.
She preened her breast in purity;
The wind sang "Love—ah! love!"
And laughed in drowsy mirth?
The warm day drank a draught of gold,
And flung the dregs to earth.
A hawk poised in the lifted blue,
But little recked the dove.
She preened her breast in purity;
The wind sang "Love—ah! love!"
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