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Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/I envy thee, thou careless wind

I envy thee, thou careless wind,
     So light, so wild, thy wandering,
Thou hast no earthly chain to bind
     One fetter on thy airy wing;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!

The flower's first sign of blossoming,
     The harp's soft note, the woodlark's song,
All unto thee their treasures bring,
     All to thy fairy reign belong;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!

Thy jocund wing o'er ocean roves,
     An echo to the sea-maid's lay;
Then, over rose and orange groves,
     Thy fragrant breath exhales away;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!