Sorrow-Wind

O Sorrow-wind a-dying now,
O slow, woeful Sorrow-wind,
I sigh, ah, even I,
For all love flown all afar away.

O thou, thou too,
Thou too, fly far;
Thy song grows faint, so faint,
And colder, as a cold star.

O Sorrow-wind, O Sorrow-wind,
O Sorrow-wind,
I am all the songs of thee that are!

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