Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900/To the Western Wind

by Robert Herrick

For other versions of this work, see To the Western Wind.

 

SWEET western wind, whose luck it is,
Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss,
And fan her wanton hair:

Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,
Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
And all beset with flowers.

 

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