There's no replying To the Wind's sighing, Telling, foretelling, Dying, undying, Dwindling and swelling, Complaining, droning, Whistling and moaning, Ever beginning, Ending, repeating, Hinting and dinning, Lagging and fleeting -- We've no replying Living or dying To the Wind's sighing. What are you telling, Variable Wind-tone? What would be teaching, O sinking, swelling, Desolate Wind-moan? Ever for ever Teaching and preaching, Never, ah never Making us wiser -- The earliest riser Catches no meaning, The last who hearkens Garners no gleaning Of wisdom's treasure, While the world darkens: -- Living or dying, In pain, in pleasure, We've no replying To wordless flying Wind's sighing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |