The Night Wind

There it is!

It wakes tonight sweet thoughts that will not die

And feelings' fires flash all as bright as in the years gone by!

I can tell by thine altered cheek, by thy kindled gaze,

And by the words thou scarce do speak

How wildly fancy plays.

I could swear the glorious wind has swept the world aside

has dashed its memory from thy mind

Like foambells from the tide

And thou art now a spirit pouring

Thy presence into all

The essence of the tempest's roaring,

And of the tempest's fall

A universal influence

Free from thy control

A principle of life intense,

Sweeping from pole, to pole.