Ewart Alan Mackintosh,
A Highland Regiment — The Waiting Wife
(1917)
“ And a little low wind that is moaning and weeping For the mouths that are cold and the brave hearts sleeping. I and my man were happy together In the summer days and the warm June weather — What is the end of our laughter and singing? A little low wind from the southward winging. The hearth is cold and my house is lonely, And nothing for me but waiting only, Feet round the house that come into it never, And a voice in the wind that is silent for ever. ”
