Louise Chandler Moulton - Voices on the Wind lyrics

Far out at sea I hear the wind complain,-- With the old plaint that vexed my childish ear, And seemed the cry of spirits drawing near To sob their incommunicable pain. Whence did they come, and whither go again? My very heart stood still with sudden fear When the forlorn approach I used to hear Of all the shuddering, melancholy train. And lo, in this night's vigil far at sea, The same long cry!--Are they unpardoned yet? Does the old pain still goad them till they come, Unsheltered souls, to sob once more to me Of some dead wrong they never can forget Till there is no more sea, and winds are dumb?