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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Charles HenryLuders

1317 The Four Winds

WIND of the North,

Wind of the Norland snows,

Wind of the winnowed skies, and sharp, clear stars,—

Blow cold and keen across the naked hills,

And crisp the lowland pools with crystal films,

And blur the casement squares with glittering ice,

But go not near my love.

Wind of the West,

Wind of the few, far clouds,

Wind of the gold and crimson sunset lands,—

Blow fresh and pure across the peaks and plains,

And broaden the blue spaces of the heavens,

And sway the grasses and the mountain pines,

But let my dear one rest.

Wind of the East,

Wind of the sunrise seas,

Wind of the clinging mists and gray, harsh rains,—

Blow moist and chill across the wastes of brine,

And shut the sun out, and the moon and stars,

And lash the boughs against the dripping eaves,

Yet keep thou from my love.

But thou, sweet wind!

Wind of the fragrant South,

Wind from the bowers of jasmine and of rose,—

Over magnolia blooms and lilied lakes

And flowering forests come with dewy wings,

And stir the petals at her feet, and kiss

The low mound where she lies.