Erica

“ O, hast thou never heard?
But thou wilt one day hear!
For heaven and earth will stand in silent wonder,
When love unites what sin hath rent asunder,
Proclaiming victory in music-thunder, -
And thou wilt that day hear. ”

“ Hast thou a wound whose pain knows no relenting,
Canst never lay thy burden by repenting? -
O houseless, homeless wind!
O sad and mournful wind!
From what wild depths of human pain and sorrow
Could'st thou those tones of restless anguish borrow,
As of a soul that dreams of no to-morrow? -
O sad and mournful wind!
O solitary wind!
We know not whence thou com'st or whither goest,
When round our homes thy wizard blast thou blowest,
No home, nor shelter, thou, poor pilgrim, knowest, -
O solitary wind! ”