Four winds blowing through the sky, You have seen poor maidens die, Tell me then what I shall do That my lover may be true." Said the wind from out the south, Lay no kiss upon his mouth, And the wind from out the west, Wound the heart within his breast, And the wind from out the east, Send him empty from the feast, And the wind from out the north, In the tempest thrust him forth; When thou art more cruel than he, Then will Love be kind to thee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO THE LAST DEMAND by FAITH BALDWIN SONNET: AM I TO LOSE YOU? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HAYING TIME IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |