Classic Poem

Said the warm South Wind,
‘Have you any hearts to mend?
I have salt from the sea,
I have solder from the sun,
I can make them good as new,
(Have you any hearts to mend?)
They shall hold again the dew
Of youth when I am done!

‘Have you any hearts to mend?
I have come from the South,
And a heart that is sad
Or asunder with the years,
I can make as good as new,
(Have you any hearts to mend?)
Hearts rent with wrong or rue,
Hearts torn with throbbing fears?

‘I can heal them all again.
I have salt from the sea,
I have solder from the sun
For the broken or the worn.
I can make them good as new,
(Have you any hearts to mend?)
I've the skill of dreams come true
For the wretchedest who mourn!’