The night is light and chill, Stars are awake in the sky, There's a clound over the moon; Round the house on the hill The wind creeps with its cry Between a wail and a croon. I hear the voice of the wind, The voice of the wind in the night, Cry and sob and weep, As the voice of one that hath sinned Moaning aloud in its might In the night when he cannot sleep. Sleep? No sleep is about. What remembering sin Wakes and watches apart? The wind wails without, And my heart is wailing within, And the wind is the voice of my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN THE WELCOME by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR MELHILL FEAST by WILLIAM BARNES URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE |