Oh That A Wind Would Call From The Depths Of The Leafless Wood! Oh That A Voice Would Fall On The Ear Of My Solitude! Far Away Is The Sea, With Its Sound And Its Spirit Tone; Over It White Clouds Flee; But I Am Alone, Alone. Straight And Steady And Tall The Trees Stand On Their Feet; Fast By The Old Stone Wall The Moss Grows Green And Sweet; But My Heart Is Full Of Fears, For The Sun Shines Far Away; And They Look In My Face Through Tears, And The Light Of A Dying Day. My Heart Was Glad Last Night As I Pressed It With My Palm; Its Throb Was Airy And Light As It Sang Some Spirit Psalm; But It Died Away In My Breast As I Wandered Forth To-Day,-- As A Bird Sat Dead On Its Nest, While Others Sang On The Spray. O Weary Heart Of Mine, Is There Ever A Truth For Thee? Will Ever A Sun Outshine But The Sun That Shines On Me? Away, Away Through The Air The Clouds And The Leaves Are Blown; And My Heart Hath Need Of Prayer, For It Sitteth Alone, Alone.