Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Four Winds

by Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer

FOUR WINDS

Jubilant sounded on my marriage-morn   The west wind's feet;The south wind, the soft night my babe was born,   Sang low and sweet;Above two open graves the east wind blew   His wailing blast;The north wind calls now I am passing too,   At last, at last.

Blow strong, blow swift, and on thy pinions bearMy soul that 1t may find them both—somewhere!