Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="20"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>The Storm</p> <p>What do they hunt to-night, the hounds of the wind?<br/> I think it is joy they hunt, for joy has fled from my heart.<br/> I only remember the hours when I sorrowed or sinned,<br/> I only remember the hours when I stood apart<br/> Lonely and tired, in difficult dreams entranced,<br/> And I forget the days when I loved, and laughed, and danced.</p> <p>Grey hounds of the wind, I hear your wistful cry,<br/> The cry of unsatisfied hearts hungry for happiness<br/> The house is full of whispering ghosts as you hurry by,<br/> And my soul is heavy and dark with a great distress,<br/> For heaven is far away, and hope is dead;<br/> And the night is a tomb of tears, and despair, and dread.</p> <p>O hunt no more wild hounds of the wind and rain,<br/> For my soul is afraid of the sound of your hurrying feet,<br/> And surely under the stars a beautiful joy is slain?<br/> Fly! black wings of sorrow . . . wet wings of the night that beat<br/> At the shuttered windows, swiftly fly away,<br/> Before God stoops to gather the golden flower of day.</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />