Wind Elegy by Sara Teasdale — Read

(W. E. W.)

Only the wind knows he is gone, / Only the wind grieves, / The sun shines, the fields are sown, / Sparrows mate in the eaves;

But I heard the wind in the pines he planted / And the hemlocks overhead, / "His acres wake, for the year turns, / But he is asleep," it said.