Harriet Monroe

(23 December 1860 – 26 September 1936 / Chicago, Illinois)

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The Message Of The Wind


The wind comes riding down from heaven.
Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?
Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
And every sweetest thing.
O wind of heaven, from pink clouds driven,
What do you bring to me?
The low call of thy love who waits
Under the willow tree,
Whose boat upon the water waits
For me, for thee.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010
Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011

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