How wild was the wind
by Jane Lang

Would birds not sing
the sea not sough
is the murmur stilled
once life is gone?
Ask not for reason
beyond the ken
accept, regret, yet
carry on and
recall the words
no longer heard
no longer read
and glory in
the love of nature
in all her forms
songs culled from
those asea, long-dead
How wild was the wind


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