A wind rose in the night, <br />(She had always feared it so!) <br />Sorrow plucked at my heart <br />And I could not help but go. <br /> <br />Softly I went and stood <br />By her door at the end of the hall. <br />Dazed with grief I watched <br />The candles flaring and tall. <br /> <br />The wind was wailing aloud: <br />I thought how she would have cried <br />For my warm familiar arms <br />And the sense of me by her side. <br /> <br />The candles flickered and leapt, <br />The shadows jumped on the wall. <br />She lay before me small and still <br />And did not care at all.<br /><br />Aline Murray Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wind-rose-in-the-night/
