I WOULD that the winds might only blow As they blew in the golden long ago! -- Laden with odors of Orient isles Where ever and ever the sunshine smiles, And the bright sands blend with the shady trees, And the lotus blooms in the midst of these. II Warm winds won from the midland vales To where the tress of the Siren trails O'er the flossy tip of the mountain phlox And the bare limbs twined in the crested rocks, High above as the sea-gulls flap Their lopping wings at the thunderclap. III Ah! that the winds might rise and blow The great surge up from the port below, Bloating the sad, lank, silken sails Of the Argo out with the swift, sweet gales That blew from Colchis when Jason had His love's full will and his heart was glad -- When Medea's voice was soft and low. Ah! that the winds might rise and blow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS 1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |