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.