We hear the wail of the remorseful winds In their strange p… - Alexander Smith

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We hear the wail of the remorseful winds
In their strange penance. And this wretched orb
Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world,
Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith (31 December 1829 – 5 January 1867) was a Scottish poet, and labelled as one of the Spasmodic School.

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In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.

Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.

The soul of man is like the rolling world,
One half in day, the other dipt in night;
The one has music and the flying cloud,
The other, silence and the wakeful stars.

We hear the wail of the remorseful winds In their strange penance. And this wretched orb Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world, Homeless and so… - Alexander Smith

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