The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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ON READING “WIND-VOICES,” BY PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON
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ON READING “WIND-VOICES,” BY PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON
“Wind-voices!” Yes: the wind's own voice is here,
The voice of every wind;—the voice that goes
Straight to the soft heart of the listening rose;
The voice that makes the seamen quake for fear
When the grim angry white-lipped reefs rise sheer
To leeward; and the voice that love's heart knows
When on the summer breeze a whisper grows
Yet more intense, more passionately clear.
The voice of every wind;—the voice that goes
Straight to the soft heart of the listening rose;
The voice that makes the seamen quake for fear
When the grim angry white-lipped reefs rise sheer
To leeward; and the voice that love's heart knows
When on the summer breeze a whisper grows
Yet more intense, more passionately clear.
Here is the thunder of the wind at sea,
And echo of the voice of passion's storm,
And loving message of the gentle warm
West Wind,—and here the North Wind's revelry:
And here the voice that makes the midnight strong
With love's despair transfigured into song.
And echo of the voice of passion's storm,
And loving message of the gentle warm
West Wind,—and here the North Wind's revelry:
And here the voice that makes the midnight strong
With love's despair transfigured into song.
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