Classic Poem

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
— In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
— In a grave, an endless play —

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
— Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
— But you see not. You pass on.

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
— In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
— In a grave, an endless play —

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
— Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
— But you see not. You pass on.

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
— In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
— In a grave, an endless play —

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
— Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
— But you see not. You pass on.