The Song of the Wind.

Southland Times, Issue 16075, 28 June 1902, Page 1 (Supplement)

The Song of the Wind.

I In the rigging there's a drumming, Can't you hoar fche ropes a-lmmming, And the eerie bosuns whistle through the rain ? Can't you hear the voices crying Of the poor lost souls undying, "Who over wander through the air in pain ? With a flurry around and a scurry away ! (Hey ! for the flurry of wind !) With a leap unda yell, It sweeps o'er the fell ! (Hey ! for the sweep of the wind !) • It clamours o'er the town, And sweeps across the down- ; On the bleak, wild moorland, dancing as it flies! Han't you hear the spirits calling, And the ghostly echoes falling, " As the driving cloud wisps soud across the skies ? : With a chuckle close by and a laugh afar ! v >■ (Hey ! for the laugh of the wind !) . With a whine of despair, And a sigh through the air ! (Hey! for the whine of the wind!) See the stately tiee-tops bending, I And the broken boughs descending, And every little rabbit gray with fright ! Can't you henr the forests wailing. And the wind-fiend's garmont trailing 0 er tree and bush and gOrse and grasses light? With a frolic around, and a rolic away ! (Hey ! for tho frolic of wind !) With the laughing Bhriek < On an elfin freak ! (Hey! for the freak of the wind !) Can't you hear the muttered rumbling, As the wind sprites come *- tumbling, A-swearing and a-grnmbling in their fall '! Then the thund'rous roll of battle, With ita grim and gho.-tly rattle," Then the pibroach wail, the banshee and reoall ! With a bluster around, and a fluster away ! ' (Hey ! for the bluster of wind !) With a deep bass note, From its brazen throat ! (Hey ! for tho voice of the wind !)