Sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.

He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

I am a feather for each wind that blows

Sits the wind in that corner?