A Night Wind
by MARGARET McGOVERN
O WIND of Death,
I hear you in the night,
Coming from far to blow my name away.
How long must I endure the thing you say,
O wind of Death, hearing you in the night?
I hear you in the night,
Coming from far to blow my name away.
How long must I endure the thing you say,
O wind of Death, hearing you in the night?
The mad cold stars do not help me to pray,
Knowing afar that they can give no light;
Yet must I stare and listen through the night
And trust that God will have a word to say.
Knowing afar that they can give no light;
Yet must I stare and listen through the night
And trust that God will have a word to say.
What fear and bitter anguish is thy breath
But, ah, what music sounds, O wind of Death!
But, ah, what music sounds, O wind of Death!