Wind

When the day darkens,
When dusk grows light,
When the dew is falling,
When Silence dreams. . . .
I hear a wind
Calling, calling
By day and by night.

What is the wind
That I hear calling
By day and by night,
The crying of wind?
When the day darkens,
When dusk grows light,
When the dew is failing?

Fiona MacLeod

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