HOW THE WIND BLOWS.

Auckland Star, Volume VII, Issue 1971, 3 June 1876, Page 5 (Supplement)

HOW THE WIND BLOWS.

B7 DOR ISA,

How the wind blows I a'l my pnlcis swelling; I close mine eyelids but am ao opprest, It 50 absorbs me, every grief upwelUng ; It lead? mo cip*>'-ve with its wild unrest. How the wind dIoot! It takes me back to childhood; Bat not to those brieht happy May-day' hoars ; Not to those joyoui rambles through the wild-wood ; Not to those fleeting moments, culling flowers How the wind blows! So liko that sad September, "When summer baauties 'gan to fade and fall. Merclles3 wind I could I caise to remember If I had sinca not haard thy voice at all ? How the wind blow 3, it comes against my casement, As in that fivat deep gloom it came to me ; And I in helplp", restless, wild amazement, Look back again on the old agony. How the wind blows! Evan its distant sighing Awakes Bad memories of hppe3 and fears. TThen one so dear beyond mine aid was iylng, And my wrapt gaze was blind with unshed tears. How the wind biows ! Bat always melancholy ; Whyisit ever linked with vain ragret ? Ever it points to g.lef, or mocks at folly, And lacerates the sp'.rt'a stormy fret. How the wind bbsvs ! When I am slowly passing Aleng the valley; I would simply crave That it would cease its moanin? while I'm crossing, Then vent its fui/ on my lowly grave.