SPRING BREEZES by Christopher Brennan

Spring breezes over the blue,
now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay,
go forth to meet her way,
for here the spell hath won and dream is true.

0 happy wind, thou that in her warm hair mayst rest and play! could I but breathe all longing into thee, so were thy viewless wing as flame or thought, hastening her shining way.
And now I bid thee bring tenderly hither over a subject sea that golden one whose grace hath made me king, and, soon to glad my gaze at shut of day, loosen'd in happy air her charmed hair.

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