Classic Poem

OW IND ! blow out from the golden west,
Bring up the damp of the silver sea,
And leave it pearled on my sun-dried breast! —
So cool! so cool! blow over me!

Shake off the dust from my smallest flower,
Make rustle the leaves of my tallest tree,
And kiss my maids in their June-rose bower! —
Ah sly! so sly! blow over me!

Pipe up your music, a merry dance
Lead off o'er meadow, and brook, and lea,
And make your pretty children prance! —
So gay! so gay! blow over me!

Waft on the breath of the columbine,
Catch up the scent of the rosemary,
And blend them all in a perfume fine! —
So sweet! so sweet! blow over me!

Blow high! blow low! sweet, sly, and gay!
Blow on o'er valley, and hill, and lea,
And sink to rest with the dying day,
So tired, tired, over me!