A Word From The Wind

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"A Feast of Lanterns", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1916],

p. 40

A Word From The Wind

From an ancient Chinese Ballad of the fourth century A.d.

There is some one of whom I keep a-thinking;

There is some one whom I visit in my dreams,

Though a hundred hills stand sentinel between us,

And the dark rage of a hundred sunless streams.

For the same bright moon is kind to us,

And the same untrammelled wind to us,

Daring a hundred hills,

Whispers the word that thrills.

And the dust of my heart, laid bare,

Shows the lilies that linger there.