The Storm-Child

The Storm-Child The storm-child ah! she wandereth Alone Alone Along the dark wood she wandereth And the thunder lights above With iron fist and clapping And the rains downpour full And the leaves drip The leaves of the wild wood But, yet, the Storm-Child Goes Goes on her way and Wandereth: Over the muddy ground She wandereth: The storm and tempest Come and go: And the Storm-Child The child of the big eyes That are as lakes Ah! the Storm Child wandereth But this tempest will not go Nor will this chill go Nor the frost gelid go And the trees startle with The drippings of the icicles But, yet, The Storm-Child goes On and on she goes She wandereth I too, we too, my friend As the Storm-Child we wander: And I too, we too, my friend Are in the eye of storms and Tempests every day: All time All place And yet, and but, As the Storm-Child on and on and on we wander. Ah! let the tempests and the storms Roar They will not stop to-day To-night Yet, but the Storm-Child still Wandereth: And the Dawn though it be risen It be grey and dark and bleak And mute of bird songs and of Sounds And yet the Storm-Child Wandereth One time, one day, Persistence pays, Patience pays, For Then the Dawn Will not be as the Dawns That went before: And the Storm-Child will lay Herself out of her will Amidst the leaves and Move not And the birds and the wood-animals The plants Will cluster round Round the Storm-Child that She wandereth One time, one day, Persistence pays, Patience pays, For Then the Dawn Will not be as the Dawns That went before: And I and you As the Storm-Child will lay Ourselves out of our will Amidst the leaves and Move not And the birds and the wood-animals The plants Will cluster round Round me, round you As the Storm-Child that She wandereth