Weak and Weary I did Ponder
Weak and weary I did ponder
On the ways and wiles of wonder
While without the storm did thunder
‘Gainst my window-panes
Sole and sorely I considered
Songs of sorrow long-remembered
Still the storm incessant thundered
‘Gainst my window-panes.
Old and ornery I uttered
Unsuccessful isms spluttered
As the storm contesting thundered
‘Gainst my window-panes.
“Silence!” shouted I in anger
Looking down a pointed finger
At the sweeping storm that thundered
‘Gainst my window-panes.
“Be ye spirit or be specter,”
Said I (yes, I still remember),
“I care not, but stop your thunder
‘Gainst my window-panes!”
Then there came a rolling laughter
Saying “I am not a specter
That do whirl my wind and thunder
‘Gainst your window-panes.”
“I am but a stolen murmur
Of the wrong which you remember
Done to you, replied in thunder,
‘Gainst your window-panes.”
“I am but the foe of slumber
That your ponder would encumber
To remind how woe can thunder
‘Gainst your window-panes.”
“I am but the month September
One of twelve long months in member
That has come to ever-thunder
‘Gainst your window-panes.”
“I am but the word ‘remember’
Made into a thing of measure
Telling tales long-passed in thunder
‘Gainst your window-panes.”
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