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What whispers of the wind I hear

That spoke of sunset as it fell?

What song of minstrels set my ear

To rhyme my contemplative swell?

Poet!..all your sensitivity

Awaken gently nature's eye

To dim your thoughts' serenity

And your sorrowful cry

What canny author wrote

Of man's and woman's fate?

What felly draws the spoke

To the circle where they wait?

T'was his eye that kissed her mind

........And, she understood

That life will not be kind

In this neighbourhood

Fair wings' breath that cool

The temples of my brain

Brush away this simple fool

For, as victims.....we are insane

To vest the chilling moon

Insane to hope, insane to care

Insane to read that painful stare

For yesterday's hope painted the sky

And this morning is a lie

Maria Lia G/84