In the Wind’s Soft Song


XXXI. Tender Memory

She’s somewhere in the sunlight strong,

Her tears are in the falling rain,

She calls me in the wind’s soft song,

And with the flowers she comes again.

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Yon bird is but her messenger,

The moon is but her silver car;

Yea! sun and moon are sent by her,

And every wistful waiting star.

– Richard Le Gallienne

The Travel Theme: Soft

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