The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/To the Western Wind
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255. TO THE WESTERN WIND.
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,
Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss,
And fan her wanton hair.
Bring me but one, I'll promise thee,
Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
And all beset with flowers.