Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Whenever I saw your white windmill vanes

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Wonder's welcome would wrap me and set free my chains

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Watching over us working, working beside

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Wondering never whether you would weather the tide

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

What ever happened? Where have you gone?

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Why has the wind dropped, the sun set upon.

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Who or what caused your winter-time withering?

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

When winter was gone, your birds couldn't sing

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Why? Why? Why? Why as your memory wanes?

Whispering, winnowing, whistling windmills

Why? Will be what we remember when nothing whatever remains

Semi-sentient sentinels'¦

Sensing something lost'¦

Slowly circling, settling, stops'¦

Seduced by sleepy soporific sighs'¦

Sad silence sketched upon the skies'¦

Sleeping slumber's deep somnolent lies'¦

Until they are no more'¦

Nothing left to remember them by

Apart from a painting or two.