TO THE WEST WIND
West Wind, you’ve come from There,
Surely my Girlie
Breathed in your truant air—
Did you kiss my Girlie?
Seemed then a-sleeping she,
As you passed merrily?
Whispered she aught of me,
Dreaming full tenderly?
West Wind, turn back your speed;
Blow to my Girlie!
Turn back, you wind, and heed—
Hie to my Girlie!
Elfin-like seeming,
Close to her hover;
Into her dreaming
Say that I love her.
William S. Long, Corp., A. S.