Poems (Linn)/West-Wind
WEST-WIND.
A WONDERFUL wind blows up from the west, The soft, sweet wind of spring;It ruffles the red on the robin's breast, It makes the oriole sing;And wide on its path the cherry-trees Their pearly petals fling.
From the land of bloom the gay wind comes, The land of love and light;It kisses the apple-tree till it blooms In banks of pink and white;It whispers unto the columbine Till it trembles with delight.
The early flowers the summons hear; The tiniest gnat takes wing;Gay birds on blooming shrubs appear And tune their throats to sing;And not a heart but owns thy charm, Oh, wanton wind of spring!