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A Wind Rose in the Night
A wind rose in the night,
(She had always
feared it so!)
Sorrow plucked at my heart
And I could not help but
go.
Softly I went and stood
By her door at the end of the hall.
Dazed
with grief I watched
The candles flaring and tall.
The wind was wailing aloud:
I thought how she would have
cried
For my warm familiar arms
And the sense of me by her side.
The candles flickered and leapt,
The shadows jumped on the
wall.
She lay before me small and still
And did not care at all.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
