Villanelle
How dreary the winds shriek and whine:
The trembling shadows grow chill.
O soul of my soul, wert thou mine!
O where are the stars that did shine?
The moonlight that tinselled the hill?
How dreary the winds shriek and whine!
Despair ’round my heart doth entwine,
Far soundeth my cry weird and shrill:
O soul of my soul, wert thou mine!
I’ve quaffed to the dregs the mad wine
Of passion, but under my sill
How dreary the winds shriek and whine!
’Tis thine, is the dream so divine,
That doth this vain yearning instill;
O soul of my soul, wert thou mine!
’Tis mine, here to crave and to pine
For what thou wilt never fulfill;
How dreary the winds shriek and whine!
O soul of my soul, wert thou mine!
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 6, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.