AN EAST WIND

The glitter of wheels far down the street

( Ah me, and alack a day. )

And I heard the thud of his horse's feet

Beating a roundelay.

And I felt a little song coming, coming

Over my lips as humming, humming,

I turned my eyes that way.

Somebody passed, who was wont to pause:

( Ah me, and alack a day. )

He bowed and smiled; yet for some cause

The mirth went out of my lay.

A wind from the east rose, sighing, sighing,

I felt my little song dying, dying,

She laughed as they rode away.