Often heard the winds a chime,
when, wilst, and whiles along.
Where fortune proved, willows sang
with wistful swayed simile.
In dreams awoke, I sprang and took
the words from mouths unspoken.
That stirred a murmur which foretold
when chains around a heart unfold.
Whispers long for answers heed
but lay stranded in time's froze stead.