All Night Through, Raves or Broods

All night through, raves or broods The fitful wind among the woods; All night through, hark! the rain Beats upon the window pane.

And still my heart is far away, Still dwells in many a bygone day, And still follows hope with [rainbow wing] Adown the golden ways of spring.

In many a wood my fancy strays, In many unforgotten Mays, And still I feel the wandering—