Nor does it comprehend
It cannot speak of brightening day
Or of a fading night
But when the words come rolling sweet
Like sultry waves of summer heat
The wind does not pretend to guess
The meaning that is hidden there
It takes the boiling nectar from your lips
and intensifies that intoxicating taste
And spreads a warmth unto a restless place
Where hungry souls wait for its nourishment
The wind does not hear your words
Nor does it comprehend
But it carries them far and wide
And makes their meaning immemorial.
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