EAST WIND
Reading edition
Speak, east wind, did you meet my love When you came o’er the sea? And did she give a message kind For you to bring to me? When you were passing through the haunts Of happy, garish men, Did you once linger in her hair, And murmur to her then A word, reminding her of one Far out on western plains, Who looks, and waits, from morn ’til night, With hope that never wanes? With hope that she will send some word— One moment of her mind— To prove that when we meet again My true love I shall find? No message, east wind, do you bring, You leave me lone and cold, Farewell, thou heartless wanderer, Go, chilling young and old! Go journeys long in search of hills Where only echoes dwell, Wild east wind, scorn the love-lorn ones, Who would their sad tales tell.