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The Wind Of Sorrow
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The fire of love was burning, yet so low
That in the peaceful dark it made no rays,
And in the light of perfect-placid days
The ashes hid the smouldering embers’ glow.
Vainly, for love’s delight, we sought to throw
New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze:
In life’s calm air and tranquil-prosperous ways
We missed the radiant heat of long ago.

Then in the night, a night of sad alarms,
Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears
That drove us trembling to each other’s arms,
Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears
Into life’s calm the wind of sorrow came,
And fanned the fire of love to clearest name.