Classic Poem

O wind of the West, thou art the one I need!
Thou who art strong with sweeping sky-bound plains,
And vital with the spirit of great chains
Of mountains, let me of thy nature feed!
Beneath these crystal heavens now let me stand,
And drink thy life, and be a child of thee;
As are the prairies—to thy bounty free;
As are the forests—nourished by thy hand.
Strong as the lusty sap make thou my blood's
Red stream to run, unchecked by stress or wear;
And like the march of ocean's salty floods
Let my verse be, when they thy signal hear.
Give me thy own clear life within my brain,
And sense of boundless power in every vein!