Along A Wandering Wind… 2903-2k13

And I am blown along a wandering wind And hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.' And fainter onward, like wild birds that change Their season in the night and wail their way From cloud to cloud, down the long wind the dream Shrill'd; but in going mingled with dim cries Far in the moonlit haze among the hills, As of some lonely city sack'd by night, When all is lost, and wife and child with wail Pass to new lords; and Arthur woke and call'd, 'Who spake? A dream. O light upon the wind, Thine, Gawain, was the voice- are these dim cries Thine? or doth all that haunts the waste and wild Mourn, knowing it will go along with me? ' 29th Mar 2k13 Islamabad. From THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON http: //www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/idyl-pas.htm