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THE WIND OF SORROW

THE WIND OF SORROW 

by: Henry van Dyke

The fire of love was burning, yet so low 
That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, 
And in the light of perfect-placid days 
Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow. 
Vainly, for love's delight, we sought to throw 
New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze: 
In life's calm air and tranquil prosperous ways 
We missed the radiant heat of long ago. 
Then in the night, a night of sad alarms, 
Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears, 
That drove us trembling to each other's arms-- 
Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears, 
Into life's calm the wind of sorrow came, 
And fanned the fire of love to clearest flame.

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