Wind, wind, wind in the old trees, Whispering prophecies all night long . . . What do the grey leaves sing to the wind, What do they say in their whispered song? We were all young once, and green like yourself, We all loved beauty, the maiden of white. But now we are old. O wind have mercy And let us remember our youth this night! The wind is persuasive, it turns through the trees And sighs of a miracle under its breath . . . Beauty the maiden will die with the dreamer, None shall have mercy, but all shall have death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |