Poetry Archives

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of musical cadence sweet,
Which in the wood around
  Shall often and oft repeat;
Soft as an angel’s song
  That never can give annoy,
Which in the balmy notes
  Shall tell me its tales of joy.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of countries beyond the sea,
Which in thy wand’rings oft
  Thou pass with a footstep free;
Lands that are ever green
  ’Neath blaze of the tropic spells,
Bright with their blessed suns,
  Where summer forever dwells.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of groves with a verdure fair,
Waving their boughs of green
  O’er solitudes grand and rare;
Groves with a stillness sweet,
  With cheering and cooling shades,
Where from its cares the race
  May rest in the leafy glades.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of birds with a plumage gay,
That with their carols sweet
  Give praise to the God of day;
Music of sad refrain,
  Though fond in its tender chime,
Thou in thy travels wide
  Hast heard in a fairy clime.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of crystalline brooks at play,
Which with the murmurs low
  Make sweetest of sounds all day;
Winding through meadows wide,
  And blossoming fields between,
Fringed with the willows tall
  On emerald banks of green.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of flowers that are fond and fair,
Filling the fields of earth
  With beauty and fragrance rare;
Wafting an incense pure
  On every breeze that blows,
Drawn from the lily’s heart
  And soul of the royal rose.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  Of man in his brightest homes;
Tell if he there meet joy,
  Wherever his longing roams;
Tell if there’s e’er a place
  Where, all his ambition spent,
He toils throughout all his days
  And knoweth no discontent.

Sing me a song, O, Wind,
  For I am a-weary now;
Life, with its woes and cares,
  Hangs heavily on my brow;
Sing me a song of cheer,
  My heart that is sad to ease;
Sing in thy brightness and joy
  With heavenly harmonies!