The Wind
———
O haggard wind,
That blows and blows;
Across the fields, you mourn
And pass the sunlight near the trees;
Lost soul, that hast no tune
To bear the weight of time—
But the grass shall grow thick;
For you shall be salt,
And the moon shall be moon,
And stars shall take wing
And reach to our hearts.

• Edna St Vincent Millay