{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo40.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo40.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo40.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nHe stabs me with a scornful smile.\n Winds are wailing at the door.\n Scornful words and whispers vile,\n Ye have thrust me to the core.\nWhirling dust the northwind blows.\n Surely he will seek his mate!\n But he neither comes nor goes,\n Through the long dumb hours that wait.\nBlew the wind and veiled the sky;\n One hour's gleam, then clouds again.\n Sleep went trailing softly by,\n Left me to the old dull pain.\nClouds across the darkness sweep,\n Thunder rolls its monotone.\n Who shall put my heart to sleep?\n Heart that aches, and aches alone.","title":"The Book of Odes: Unavailing","type":"page"}