English poem
Poem 129 (Why must thou, Wind, the silent…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Why must thou, Wind, the silent trees awaken Quiet and still they stood the live-long day. What secrets from the tossing leaves are shaken, What forced caresses make it worth the fray? But for thy toil this gentle hour were given To musing recollections and to prayer. Ah, who can pray when there is war in Heaven, And these wild angels whistle through the air?
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