The Wind
The soft wind is a whispering voice, A lover’s breath in spring, That through the trees and tender leaves, A golden joy doth bring.
It tangles in the leafy hair Of blossomed cherry trees, And flutters on the flower’s stare, In fragrant hap and ease.
Oh, let the soft wind hold my dreams As secrets of the air, And I will weave its melody To thoughts of lilac fair!
- William Wilfred Campbell