ALL day the wind blew wild.
From the " Book of Odes " by ANON. (c. 1000 B.C.)
ALL day the wind blew wild.
You looked at me and laughed;
But your jest was lewdness and your laughter mockery.
Sick was my heart within.
All day the wind blew with a whirl of dust.
Kindly you seemed to come,
Came not, nor went away.
Long, long I think of you.
The dark wind will not suffer
Clean skies to close the day.
Cloud trails on cloud. Oh, cruel thoughts !
I lie awake and moan.
The sky is black with clouds;
The far-off thunder rolls;
I have woken and cannot sleep, for the thought of you
Fills all my heart with woe.
Odes, L, 3, v.
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