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Wind Elegy
by Sara Teasdale
Only the wind knows he is gone,
Only the wind grieves,
The sun shines, the fields are sown,
Sparrows mate in the eaves;
But I heard the wind in the pines he planted
And the hemlocks overhead,
“His acres wake, for the year turns,
But he is asleep,” it said.
Sheet Music
Three Early Songs
Composer(s): George Crumb
Song(s): 1. Night
2. Let It Be Forgotten
3. Wind Elegy