O White Wind, Numbing the World

O WHITE wind, numbing the world  
to a mask of suffering hate!  
and thy goblin pipes have skirl’d  
all night, at my broken gate.  
 
O heart, be hidden and kept          
in a half-light colour’d and warm,  
and call on thy dreams that have slept  
to charm thee from hate and harm.  
 
They are gone, for I might not keep;  
my sense is beaten and dinn’d;          
there is no peace but a grey sleep  
in the pause of the wind.