<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576363" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Four Places Of Sorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is sorrow for me in the North, where the black wind blows,<br>(Hush, O Wind of the dirges, O Voice of the restless dead!)<br>The ache of its cruel keening thro' my heart like an arrow goes,<br>I see in the tossing waters the sheen of a dear bright head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is sorrow for me in the South, where the white wind sings,<br>(Hush, O Wind of all lovers, crooning a laugh and a cry!)<br>On the pain of a dream love-haunted breaks the music of wings,<br>Seagulls, sweeping and swaying, saw ye my dead drift by? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is sorrow for me in the East, where the red wind burns,<br>(Hush, O Wind of remorse, O Wind of the scourging flame!)<br>Under its slow cold dawning the soul of the drowned returns<br>And wan, in the startled daybreak, a ghost from the sea he came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is sorrow for me in the West, where the brown wind raves,<br>(Hush, O Wind from the bogs, O memory-freighted Wind!)<br>He is spindrift hither and thither, sport of unweary waves:<br>Would that my heart were close on his heart, my eyes on his eyes were blind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Johnston+MacManus">Anna Johnston MacManus</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576363" data-title="The Four Places Of Sorrow de Anna Johnston MacManus" data-description="There is sorrow for me in the North, where the black wind blows, (Hush, O Wind of the dirges, O Voice of the restless dead!) The ache of its cruel keening thro' my heart like an arrow goes, I see in the tossing waters the sheen of a dear bright he..."></div> </div> </div>

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