N. Crainic - Where Are They, Those Who No Longer Are? Poem by Paul Abucean

I have asked the roving, restless Wind,
In whose drifting saddle clouds are pinned
Way beyond the realm of any star:
Where are they, those who no longer are?
Where are they, those who no longer are?

Saith the Wind: Their wings and mine collide
Over the horizon, far and wide.

I have asked the lighted Nightingale,
Candle oozing over mount and vale
Holy hymns of glory from afar:
Where are they, those who no longer are?
Where are they, those who no longer are?

Saith the Nightingale: They may be found
Where the Light of Truth is still around.

I have asked the Owl, who in the dark
Blindly sights the most entangled mark,
Mysteries no thought could break ajar:
Where are they, those who no longer are?
Where are they, those who no longer are?

Saith the Owl: When darkness fills the land,
Thou shalt see, and thou shalt understand.