Oh that a wind would call <br />From the depths of the leafless wood! <br />Oh that a voice would fall <br />On the ear of my solitude! <br /> <br />Far away is the sea, <br />With its sound and its spirit tone; <br />Over it white clouds flee; <br />But I am alone, alone. <br /> <br />Straight and steady and tall <br />The trees stand on their feet; <br />Fast by the old stone wall <br />The moss grows green and sweet; <br />But my heart is full of fears, <br />For the sun shines far away; <br />And they look in my face through tears, <br />And the light of a dying day. <br /> <br />My heart was glad last night <br />As I pressed it with my palm; <br />Its throb was airy and light <br />As it sang some spirit psalm; <br />But it died away in my breast <br />As I wandered forth to-day,- <br />As a bird sat dead on its nest, <br />While others sang on the spray. <br /> <br />O weary heart of mine, <br />Is there ever a Truth for thee? <br />Will ever a sun outshine <br />But the sun that shines on me? <br />Away, away through the air <br />The clouds and the leaves are blown; <br />And my heart hath need of prayer, <br />For it sitteth alone, alone.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-that-a-wind/
