Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

The Wind Of Sorrow - Poem 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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  • (10/7/2015 2:55:00 AM)


    a gleaming song by the hero of love and woe (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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