Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through
With a strange and speechless fear.
the voice of the night that broods outside
should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've
To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the
land and the deep:
"Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night
would say in its ghostly way:
mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy
And "Who's been bad to-day?"
I'd ask Of the
wind that hoarsely blew;
And the voice would say in its
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
this was true I must allow--
You'll not believe it,
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not
And if you doubt what things I say,
you make the test;
Suppose, when you've been bad some
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest--
Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone: