To The West Wind

WEST wind, come from the west land Fair and far! Come from the fields of the best land Upon our star! Come, and go to my sister Over the sea: Tell her how much I have missed her, Tell her for me! Odours of lilies and roses– Set them astir; Cull them from gardens and closes,– Give them to her! Say I have loved her, and love her: Say that I prize Few on the earth here above her, Few in the skies! Bring her, if worth the bringing, A brother's kiss: Should she ask for a song of his singing, Give her this!