I understand the woods in winter now
As once I thought I knew the clear sunlight.
I know how still the cold can make the ground.
I’ve felt how dark the silence makes the night.
I understand the murmur of the sea.
I hear the eternal sadness in her voice
That sinks to silence, then cries out to me
A never-ending dirge of love and loss.
I know the secret of the wailing wind
Who lashes tears of rain against the eaves,
And sobs her bitter, echoing refrain
Or whispers, soft and lonely, through the leaves.
But I would give all that I have and more
To know nothing, the way I did before.