Song

" Weary wind of the West
Over the billowy sea —
Come to my heart, and rest!
Ah, rest with me!
Come from the distance dim '
Bearing the sun's last sigh;
I hear thee sobbing for him
Through all the sky."

So the wind came,
Purpling the middle sea,
Crisping the ripples of flame —
Came unto me;
Came with a rush to the shore,
Came with a bound to the hill,
Fell, and died at my feet —
Then all was still.