Frederick William Faber - Keswick, August 3, 1838 lyrics

Some fall in love with voices, some with eyes, Some men are linked together by a tear; Others by smiles; many who cannot tell What time the angel pa**ed who left the spell. It comes to us among the winds that rise Scattering their gifts on all things far and near. The fields of unripe corn, the mountain lake, And the great-hearted sea--all things do take Their glory and their witchery from winds: All save the few black pools the woodman finds Far in the depths of some unsunny place, Which stand, albeit the happy winds are out In all the tossing branches round about, As silent and as fearful as a dead man's face.