| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 179. The Wind Bloweth Where It Listeth |
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| By Susan L. Mitchell |
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| MY HEART lies light in my own breast | |
| That yesterday in yours found rest. | |
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| Indeed, beloved, I would stay | |
| With you to-day as yesterday; | |
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| But oh! the being comes and goes, | 5 |
| The spirit is a wind that blows. | |
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| Though lip to lip no more we press | |
| Our spirits feel that tenderness | |
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| That woke within us here and fled | |
| To its own heaven overhead. | 10 |
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| It sits there in a starry place, | |
| With looks of longing on its face | |
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| And beckons us to mount and find | |
| The love that fled upon the wind. | |
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| Not the old wayward child to see | 15 |
| But some bright-haired divinity. | |
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