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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wind’s Tidings In August 1870</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'OH voice of summer winds among the trees,<br>What soft news art thou bringing to us here?<br>Dost thou come whispering of hushed scenes like these,<br>Languid in sunlight, while the drowsy deer<br>Couch placidly at rest, and from the brake<br>The song of fearless wild birds rings out clear,<br>And groves and meadows and this baby lake<br>Are dreaming to thy dreaming lullaby?<br>Art telling of hushed scenes like these? Awake,<br>Answer, sweet dying wind, and do not die.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the voice of the faint winds, dying away, <br>Answered me, 'Nay.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh voice of summer winds, then art thou come<br>From fluttering in the tangles of the vines<br>Beside the blue blue seas, in the far home<br>Of the dim olives and the dusky pines,<br>And from the cypress bosks, and where the air<br>Grows lush and heavy 'twixt the dark starred lines<br>Of orange hedge a-bloom, and the wide glare<br>Floods soft round hills with southern perfect day?<br>Answer again, low voice, hast thou been there?<br>Art telling of the dreamland far away?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the voice of the winds sighed over my head, <br>'Nay, nay,' it said.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh sweet low voice of winds, whose wavering flights<br>Smoothly, like flickering swallows, come and go,<br>What, is thy tale of where the ceaseless heights<br>Rest white and cloudlike in their virgin snow?<br>Hast thou been wandering round the scented firs,<br>And where the dauntless shrub-flowers bud and blow<br>Against the pale chill sea that never stirs,<br>And where the midway foam hangs o'er the cleft?<br>Speak, slumbrous voice, to slumbrous listeners,<br>Art telling us of these that thou hast left?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the voice of the dying winds breathed low, <br>'Nay, nay; not so.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=349989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh voice of dying winds, make sweet reply,<br>Whence hast thou come? <br>What does thy whisper say?<br>Answer, oh dying voice, and do not die.'<br>It whispered in a hush, 'The dead men lay<br>Fallen together like the sickled grain;<br>Onward still dashed the whirlwind and the fray;<br>The thunders and the tramplings shook the plain;<br>There was the crash and clash of host to host,<br>Throes, and the blood-pools widening, death and pain.'<br>And waning in a murmur it was lost.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a></strong></div>