The winds came out of the west one day, <br /> And hurried the clouds before them; <br />And drove the shadows and mists away, <br /> And over the mountains bore them. <br />And I wept, 'Oh, wind, blow into my mind, <br /> Blow into my soul and heart, <br />And scatter the clouds that hang lile shrouds, <br /> And make the shadows depart.' <br /> <br />The rain came out of th eleaden skies <br /> And beat on the earth's cold bosom. <br />It said to the sleeping grass, 'Arise, ' <br /> And the young buds sprang in blossom. <br />And I wept in pain, 'Oh, blessed rain, <br /> Beat into my heart to-day; <br />Thaw out the snows that are chilling it so, <br /> Till it blossoms in hope, I pray.' <br /> <br />The sunshine fell on the bare-armed trees, <br /> In a wonderful sheen of glory; <br />And the young leaves rustled and sang to the breeze, <br /> And whispered a love-fraught story. <br />And 'Sun, oh, shine on this heart of mine, <br /> And woo it to life, ' I cried; <br />But the wind, and sun, and rain, each one <br /> The coveted boon denied<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/denied/
