I hear the little children of the wind Crying solitary in lonely places.

The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.

The desire of love, Joy: The desire of life, Peace: The desire of the soul, Heaven: The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.

Down beyond the haven the tide comes with a shout.

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone, The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jan…

I heard through the night The rush and the clamour; The pulse of the fight Like blows of Thor's hammer; The pattering flight Of the leaves, and the anguished M…

Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose…