I shall miss the winds that blow
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Across the silent evening snow
And the lonely swaying of the pine
And the birch that move together in line.
And I shall miss the looming moon
And it's silent moody little tune
That carries the whistle of the wind
And the dry leaves that tumble in.
I will remember the nights I walked
And my little inward thoughtful talks
Whenever my conscience bothered be
The moon was there to counsel me.
And I could not forget the stars
That seemed to play a little farce
As they danced across the moonlit sky
And cast their light back in my eyes.
But tonight there was a different chill
And the air was very warm and still
I knew that spring was on her way
And the gray quickly fading to day
As I slowly began to roam
Back again towards my home
The birds began to sweetly sing
For, they could feel the coming of spring.
So long to you my gentle friend
After all we will meet again
After the last gray goose does call
And the show of snow warms us all.
Do not look back in anger, or forward in fear, but around in awareness. -James Thurber