Come, gentle winds, and waft Afar o'er shining hills my song To him to whom my heart is giv'n; Tell him the miles are long; Tell him the hours are slow; Tell him the sun is dark; Bid him to haste away And swiftly to embark; Speed him on safe return, When homeward bound he'll be; Billow the spreading sail, Hasten him home to me; Come, zephyrs soft, and breathe So gently in his list'ning ear my song; This one to whom my heart is giv'n; Tell him the hours are long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 146 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE by ROBERT SOUTHEY HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ANCIENTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |