When The Wind Sighs

When the wind sighs When the wind sighs The blind-fold statue sings The faces of the skies are dark And the cloud flies. When the wind sighs From the door-crevice in It begs to enter in How darker are the shadows on the walls How sad how sad the flame wavers As on the wall it flickers: When the wind sighs The sea’s black turns to green And on the city-bastions tall The first chill blow of wind The first chill dropp of rain And in the alley strait Rain-waters gurgle down The old stone-cobbled streets: When the wind sighs When the wind sighs.