Posted on 1 January, 2021 by thebestnchic The Wind by Sara Teasdale A wind is blowing over my soul, I hear it cry the whole night through, Is there no peace for me on earth Except with you? Alas, the wind has made me wise, Over my naked soul it blew, There is no peace for me on earth Even with you. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: The TreeNext post: Thoughts