by John Vance Cheney
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!
Last updated January 14, 2019