A wind is blowing over my soul, I hear it cry the whole night thro' -- Is there no peace for me on earth Except with you? Alas, the wind has made me wise, Over my naked soul it blew, -- There is no peace for me on earth Even with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |