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...THE WELCOME by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WOMEN'S WAR THOUGHTS by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE by MICHAEL BRUCE |