I am no more but you live on, <br />And the wind, whining and complaining, <br />Is shaking house and forest, straining <br />Not single fir trees one by one <br />But the whole wood, all trees together, <br />With all the distance far and wide, <br />Like sail-less yachts in stormy weather <br />When moored within a bay they lie. <br />And this not out of wanton pride <br />Or fury bent on aimless wronging, <br />But to provide a lullaby <br />For you with words of grief and longing,<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-72/
