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Xxx.—The Wind Amid The Trees.
XXX . —THE WIND AMID THE TREES . a
The Skies Were Dark And Bright, Like The...
The skies were dark and bright , Like the eyes that I love best ,
When I looked into the night From a window at the west .
And the night was still and clear
Save for whispered litanies , Breaking faintly on the ear
From the wind amid the trees ! In silence soft and deep ,
On their stalklets every one , Hung the little flowers asleep ;—The birds to roost had gone .
_jSFot the fluttering of a feather
Or the faintest chirp from these As they nestled close together ,
Though the wind was in the trees ! Too faint to wake the sleeper ,
Too soft to stir the flowers , Just as voiceless prayers are deeper ,
It murmured on for hours . And I whispered low and near
" When I'm gone beyond the seas , Think how I held it dear ,
That wind amid the trees ! " And now this grey November ,
Though your groves are thin and bare , I know that you'll remember ,
When you hear it murmuring there . Dear Island hearts that listen ,
There ' s a message in the breeze , And the voice of one who loves you