A Voice Is In The Wind To-Day Poem by Alexander Anderson

A voice is in the wind to-day,
And sweet its breath is blowing;
O, welcome summer wind I say,
From where the flowers are growing.


I feel the smell of meadows sweet,
With many blossoms showing,
As if the touch of fairy feet,
Set all their beauty glowing.


I know each spot where violets peep,
I bless them in their growing;
But O their breath is sweet to keep,
When summer winds are blowing.


'What makes them smell so sweet to-day?
Say wind, and good betide thee;'
And the wind came like a child from play,
And laughed and stood beside me.


The wind said, 'I am from the hill,
With scents of blossom laden;
But I, to make them sweeter still,
In passing kissed a maiden.'