Wind Of The Winter Night

Wind of the winter night ! I hear Thy midnight voiee, wcird, wild and drear, Sad, Bolemn, -iow : lii.n it without my window pane ; - lUiir n tho soul arausing struin The voice of long ago. Tbut hollow voiceful spirit tone. Au instant ht.'iinl, then vauishea, gone, Unlocks the past, And lights of otber dnys that lie Iwj in the mibts of memory, Flash bright and fast I Some vivid scène of long ago. Of life'ö üriít tires, or love's Ürst glow, liurit'd for yeare In ii-ihi ■ of the pitt ín 'in sight, - Wakct, ftt the tone, again to light, And re-nppears. The form, the words of somc loved one Ouco by my side, now parted, gone To the realms unseen ; Or, haply aepanited wide l$y wuiiry leagues of land and tide ; - And years betweon. O, memory sad ! O, memory 1 liuw oft(ïii, thus evoked, I meet Agftin my lost ! My anus are outstretched to embrace, Uut heurt to heart, and face to face Is but the ghost. Mystcrious life ! ÏÏow little we Know whiit you are, or what shall be Wheii " dust to diïst ;" Eut that dread l'ower thnt formed the soul Is wise to order and control There rest, and trust.