To The West Wind Poem by George Frederick Cameron

WEST wind, come from the west land
Fair and far!
Come from the fields of the best land
Upon our star!

Come, and go to my sister
Over the sea:
Tell her how much I have missed her,
Tell her for me!

Odours of lilies and roses–
Set them astir;
Cull them from gardens and closes,–
Give them to her!

Say I have loved her, and love her:
Say that I prize
Few on the earth here above her,
Few in the skies!

Bring her, if worth the bringing,
A brother's kiss:
Should she ask for a song of his singing,
Give her this!