She lives in a house where the wind blows ‘round
It blows all night and makes the sound
Of a great distance stretching out between
He whom she loves but has never seen
He who takes flight by day and by night
And she, now earthbound and still, quite
She lives in a house where the wind blows by
It blows all day and makes the cry
Of a great silence across the distance
To he whom she loves, for whom she listens
And from whom she hears as space allows
Not often, but well, between the wind's howls.
She stands in the wind as the wind blows wild
It blows all around and after a while
She wonders how far it has traveled get here
She wonders if it will ever let a mere
Mortal approach through its chilly gusts
He whom she loves, for whom she lusts.
She freezes in the wind as the wind blows cold
It blows as she waits for the time foretold
Her sight grows dim, eyes covered with frost
Her hearing grows faint, she hears him not
Still yet she listens for she believes
That he is true, and she not naive.
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