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The Wind and the Tree

By Charles Catty

    SANG the wind to the tree,
    O be mournful with me :
There is nothing can last or can stay ;
    And the joy of new leaves
    Turns to sorrow that grieves
    The bare bough—on a day,
On a day.

    Sang the tree to the wind,
    O be happy—I find
There is nothing time fails to restore ;
    And the fall that bereaves,
    Makes the joy of new leaves
    In the spring—evermore,
Evermore.

    The wind sighed to the tree,
    O be mournful with me :
The leaves come not again that I blow ;
    And I mourn for the lives
    No renewal revives,
    The leaves fall’n—long ago,
Long ago.

MLA citation:

Catty, Charles. “The Wind and the Tree.” The Yellow Book, vol. 11, October 1896, p. 283. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020. https://1890s.ca/YBV11_catty_wind/