OH, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, When blossoms and bird-song are rife; Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day, That gave me the roses of life, of life, That gave me the roses of life. Oh, wind of the summer, sing loud in the night, When flutters my heart like a dove; One came from thy kingdom, thy realm of delight, And gave me the roses of love, of love, And gave me the roses of love. Oh, wind of the winter, sigh low in thy grief, I hear thy compassionate breath; I wither, I fall, like the autumn-kissed leaf, He gave me the roses of death, of death, He gave me the roses of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HAYMAKERS' SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |