Oh That A Wind

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.