When The Wind Comes Up The Hill Poem by Radclyffe Hall

When The Wind Comes Up The Hill



Oh ! the wind among the trees,
How it stirs their wood to song !
Little whispered melodies.
All the winding road along.

Was there ever such a sound,
Breaking through a noontide still,
As this tune the trees have found.
When the wind comes up the hill !

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Radclyffe Hall

Radclyffe Hall

Bournemouth, Hampshire
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