XXIIA SONG OF SEASONS
THE WIND OF SPRING
I am the wind from the South:
From the glowing South I follow'd the Spring,
Naked and swift I follow'd her wing,
I follow'd the cry of her mouth.
With her bright arms my body she clips,
I am become but the breath of her lips,
The violets her smile doth bring.
From the glowing South I follow'd the Spring,
Naked and swift I follow'd her wing,
I follow'd the cry of her mouth.
With her bright arms my body she clips,
I am become but the breath of her lips,
The violets her smile doth bring.
THE SUMMER WIND
I am the Summer's wind:
All through the languid hours that be
A leafy bower for her and me,
My will doth she sweetly bind;
But with the flow of the morning tide
I leave her soft and burning side
For the spray and the cool of the sea.
All through the languid hours that be
A leafy bower for her and me,
My will doth she sweetly bind;
But with the flow of the morning tide
I leave her soft and burning side
For the spray and the cool of the sea.
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