Voices of the wind

The wind of many faces;

How often do you change?

Your faces of great graces;

How Strangely do they interchange;

The soft moody stares;

Of your silent ethereal eyes;

How can my heart really bear;

The many visions of your guise;



Oh, fervent spirit of the gale;

How were you granted such powerful voices?

Through many ways do you prevail;

Through your multitude of articulations does the heart rejoices;

At the sonorous speech does it fill the ears;

With splendid waves of melody;

And soothes the agitated soul of diverse tears;

And with your mellifluous song does the body rest.