To A Weathercock

To A Weathercook is the third songs in the song cycle "3 Patterson Lyrics" by Hale Smith.

Composer: Hale SmithText: Raymond R. Patterson

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To A Weathercock

I am moved by passing winds,
Spun mockingly upon one stand
Where all flight ends where it begins.

Strange breezes, from a distant land
Have called me,, too, and I have turned
And turned and could not understand.

Beneath each season’s sun I’ve burned
With you, and watched freed wings depart
For dreamed-of-places where I’ve yearned

To go. Do these things touch your heart?
I’ve seen you fret on windless days,
Felt more than a metal in your art.

And I have pondered on the ways
Of wind and God that so confound,
And I have heard your turning round
Sounding the grief I could not phrase…

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