I breathe my grief upon the aerial stream –
The sorrow in my heart that I cannot say;
For what I’ve lost and what is now a dream,
I breathe my grief upon the aerial stream.
The homeless wind sighs back and takes my theme
Of loss, perhaps to her, or where it may;
I hear it passing on the aerial stream,
The sorrow in my heart that I cannot say.
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