Wind of Nowl

Wind of Nowl

Gently from the sea river through a hill 

A blind man felt his way in the billow 

Of great East Wind pushing on his glance

So blind but in a force of guidance

The Wind he spoke never fails and in it

I will never fail There’s a scale in it 

That strikes with the sandy tides

Droplet chimes and with my strides

So he traveled on with the blindness

Through a green borough they address

Him an old man Old man your time so 

Little goes to waste in the wind so 

Chill make haste to love a warmth of fire 

A gently-speaking lover ‘fore a life so dire 

Takes you to the wind A chapel father 

Called him son I fancy the way you bear 

Walking I open to East Wind even and morn 

And collects none that pass thro Forlorn

Forlorn am I you who keeps it in your truth

The blind man stopped and said The youth

See no wind they catch things steady

Make dear to them hoping they’re steady

I may run I may rest may tarry may talk 

But the wind comes and I always walk

The wind takes me for we were thrown

And always always we are blown 

Onwards my walk Nowhere is wind 

To grasp but we to be caught in the wind. 


Chadwick Huynh '24