Poems (Edwards)/A Message by the Winds
A MESSAGE BY THE WINDS.
Ye sounding winds! as ye wander byWith your solemn tones and your deep drawn sigh,Oh! say to those who are far away,As lingering over them, ye softly stray,To come awhile over the white sea foamTo the kindly ones, who await at homeWith burdened hearts and tearful eyes;O! tell them to come to their own blue skies;Where ye wander on through the lonely vale,Where the moon looks down, all cold and pale,And tinges with beauty each hill and grot,Oh! say to the absent, "Forget me not."
In your onward march, if a cottage whitePeeps gently out from the vineleaves bright,Where the sweet-brier twines on the 'doorwayAnd the whispering trees to the zephyrs sigh, Where the grass grows green on the wide-spread lea,And waves in your breath, an emerald sea,Where the willows bend to the water's brim,And the waves keep time with the skylark's hymn,Where the sky is blue, and the woods are green,And the butterfly glances the boughs between,If you pass, in your wanderings, that beautiful spot,O! say to my loved ones, "Forget me not."
If you pass by a home in a lonely glen,Far, far from the busy haunts of men,If you see the meadow all fresh and fair,If you see the flowers that are blooming there,Oh! whisper to one, in a soft sweet tone,"Dost thou think of moments now past and gone,Dost thou think of a friend that is far away,As here 'mid these garden walks you stray,Can your heart all thoughts of the past forget,Do you love, do you cherish his memory yet?"And whisper to her, as ye leave that spot,In a low soft murmur, "Forget me not."