‘HOLLOW-SOUNDING AND MYSTERIOUS’

‘HOLLOW-SOUNDING AND MYSTERIOUS’

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.