Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/Come, Wailing Winds; come, Birds of Night
COME, WAILING WINDS; COME, BIRDS OF NIGHT.
Come, wailing winds; come, birds of night; Come, Time, and bring the ivy vineTo wind in constant clasp and bright This desolated pride of mine;—Come with your mildew and your mould For these rich draperies, these fair halls;Come with your mosses, and enfold These humbled towers, these broken walls!