To the Fall Wind

That I might borrow your voice, Fall Wind,
To utter the sorrow of human kind;
To speak for speechless tears,
For the hopes and fears
Of the weariful years!

That you might lend me your voice, Fall Wind,
To tell of the sorrow of human kind;
Fall Wind, your voice to grieve
For the hopes that deceive
And the hearts that believe!
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