Rizpah W AILING , wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea -- And Willy's voice in the wind, 'O mother, come out to me.' Why should he call me to-night, when he knows that I cannot go? For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow. II. We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out of the town. The loud black nights for us, and the storm rushing over the down, When I cannot see my own hand, but am led by the creak of the chain, And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched with the rain. III. Anything fallen again? nay -- what was there left to fall? I have taken them home, I have number'd the bones, I have hidden them all. What am I saying? and what are you ? do you come as a spy? Falls? what falls? who knows? As the tree falls so must it lie. IV. Who let her in? how long has she been? you -- what have you heard? Why did you sit so quiet? you never have spoken a word. O -- to pray with me -- yes -- a lady -- none of their spies -- But the night has crept into my heart, and begun to darken my eyes. V. Ah -- you, that have lived so soft, what should you know of the night, The blast and the burning shame and