Elegy on the Wind

The music of your voice comes sadly on the wind tonight -

it is like an old April singing a farewell to spring.

So beautiful it is, I shall live for listening.

I shall hear other music given to the wind, and -possessed

like a leaf loved by the wind, like a bird blown to flight

upward and alone, driven beyond the moon to rest.

Say it is all I shall live for, music that flees

the indelicate mind, the heart undisturbed by its going;

say it is all I have known or shall ever be knowing,

that I have forsaken the soullessness of these,

coming out of time, out of wandering, out of the night

to hear the music of your voice blowing, blowing.