A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night thro'-
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?
Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew,-
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.
The Wind
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: night, wise, hear, peace, wind, soul, earth, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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