The Wind’s Message.
This June wind that softly blows,1
Over dreaming pastures goes2
Till it finds a certain Rose.3
Happy breeze ! for you may go4
Where I dare not pass, you know5
You may kiss her brow of snow.6
You may shake rose-petals fair7
On the plaits of golden hair8
And the sweet arms white and bare9
You may stroke her head of gold,10
And her white gown’s dainty fold,11
As I used to do of old.12
You may tell—ah, tell her, pray !13
All she cannot hear me say14
Now I am so far away.15
Tell her you have touched and known16
Singing lips that miss her own.17
Say I love her—her alone !18