The Maniacs Song To The Wind

Why, O wind of summer. Why that restless moan? Weepest thou for pleasures That are past and gone? Mournest thou for visions That have fled away, Or hopes which only flourished To wither and decay? Hath thy loved-one left thee To misfortune's smart, With a wounded spirit And a broken heart? Grievest thou like Ellen, O, thou moaning wind, For the scorn and pity Of a world unkind? Let us mourn together, O! thou midnight blast, For the joys which wither, For the woes which last! For the scorn and falsehood Which have seared my mind, Weep and mourn with Ellen, Sweet, sweet summer wind!