Songs by Helen Hay Whitney — Read

The windy rain beats, beats about my door -- / Alas for love when love goes wandering! / The dawn mist rises on the forest floor -- / Alas for life when love goes wandering! / With wet, green leaves the palm-trees lash the night, / The pitiless trades drive wild gods in their flight.

And, ah, my lover! Moons have come and gone, / The fighting ended, still he lingers on.