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Henry Van Dyke - The Wind of Sorrow
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The fire of love was burning, yet so low
That in the dark we scarce could see its rays,
And in the light of perfect-placid days
Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow.
Vainly, for love`s delight, we sought to throw
New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze:
In life`s calm air and tranquil-prosperous ways
We missed the radiant heat of long ago.

Then in the night, a night of sad alarms,
Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears,
That drove us trembling to each other`s arms —
Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears,
Into life`s calm the wind of sorrow came,
And fanned the fire of love to clearest flame.
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