“Through the silence he could hear the wind moan across a future landscape, sharing Earth’s sorrow, unable to bind up her wounds.” — P.S. Duffy Copy Share Image
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
