Wind Upon Beauty:

Wildly wisped the whirling wind,
Forwards, then backwards with no care,
Wildly whirled the defying wind,
Sweeping through her scarlet hair.

With each maiming, shaking blast,
Over forsaken hills of earth,
From her head fell a flower crown
As danced the wind in wicked mirth

Sharply struck, the stinging wind,
Holding not for love’s lament.
Sharply stung, the apathetic wind,
Strikin’ the heart when love’s but spent.

Laid to lips, the spattering wind,
The dew brought forth from sea,
Knowing not, and caring not
For a man distraught as he.

Furiously flowed, the falling wind
Throughout the cliff’s each cleft and hole.
Furiously fell, the irreverent wind,
As through the cliff the tempests blow.

There came the death of beauty,
On that whirling, windy day.
Knowing not, and caring not
Of whom the mourners lay.