Classic Poem

Go, gentle sighs, pursue the wind,
Pass o'er the mountain, vale, and Grove
Till wand'ring Cephalus you find,
And echo to his ears my love.

Alarm his heart with all my fears,
Ah, tell him, tell him how I mourn;
A thousand frights, a thousand fears
Surround me till his dear return.

Go, gentle sighs, pursue the wind,
Pass o'er the mountain, vale and grove,
Till wand'ring Cephalus you find,
And echo to his ear my love.