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