A voice on the winds, A voice on the waters, Wanders and cries: O, what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes. Western the winds are, And western the waters, Where the light lies: O! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes Cold, cold, grow the winds, And dark grow the waters, Where the sun dies. O! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes. And down the night winds, And down the night waters The music flies: O! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Cold be the winds, And wild be the waters, So mine be your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THESE TIMES by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT SOUNDS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WITH CORSE AT ALLATOONA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS |