Question

Look at the list of the topics the singers mention. What do they think their listeners get from them.




Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever-singing, we roam, All men are our kindred, the world is our home. Our lays are of cities whose luster is shed, The laughter and beauty of women long dead; The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings, And happy and simple and sorrowful things. What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow? Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go. No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait; The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.​

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Look at the list of the topics the singers mention. What do they think their listeners get from them.

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever-singing, we roam, All men are our kindred, the world is our home. Our lays are of cities whose luster is shed, The laughter and beauty of women long dead; The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings, And happy and simple and sorrowful things. What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow? Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go. No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait; The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.