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THE WIND

THE night is sobbing and crying with rain,
  And the wind is drifting among the trees;
Drifting and whispering to me again
     Of the memories — of the memories!

Like a phantom sea is the drifting wind;
     Flowing towards us, ebbing apart;
The merciless wind without a heart!
     Like a phantom sea is the drifting wind.

And my memories tear me away from you;
     And your memories tear you away from me;
While the wind goes wailing between us two,
     The drifting wind, like a phantom sea.

Oh hollow spaces, oh midnight springs!
     Oh deep night-valleys wet with the rain!
Lure, lure this wind to fold up its wings
     And bury our memories again!

Then I would forget, and you would forget;
     And beneath the sleeping wind
We would pray to the darkness, and watch regret
Drift away o'er the pastures wet,
     Till silence healed our mind.