WEST-WIND.
A WONDERFUL wind blows up from the west,
The soft, sweet wind of spring;
It ruffles the red on the robin's breast,
It makes the oriole sing;
And wide on its path the cherry-trees
Their pearly petals fling.
The soft, sweet wind of spring;
It ruffles the red on the robin's breast,
It makes the oriole sing;
And wide on its path the cherry-trees
Their pearly petals fling.
From the land of bloom the gay wind comes,
The land of love and light;
It kisses the apple-tree till it blooms
In banks of pink and white;
It whispers unto the columbine
Till it trembles with delight.
The land of love and light;
It kisses the apple-tree till it blooms
In banks of pink and white;
It whispers unto the columbine
Till it trembles with delight.
The early flowers the summons hear;
The tiniest gnat takes wing;
Gay birds on blooming shrubs appear
And tune their throats to sing;
And not a heart but owns thy charm,
Oh, wanton wind of spring!
The tiniest gnat takes wing;
Gay birds on blooming shrubs appear
And tune their throats to sing;
And not a heart but owns thy charm,
Oh, wanton wind of spring!