Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium. O, hurry over the dark lands And run upon the sea For seas and lands shall not divide us My love and me. Now, wind, of your good courtesy I pray you go, And come into her little garden And sing at her window; Singing: The bridal wind is blowing For Love is at his noon; And soon will your true love be with you, Soon, O soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |