Go thou gentle whispering wind, <br />Bear this sigh; and if thou find <br />Where my cruel fair doth rest, <br />Cast it in her snowy breast, <br />So, enflam'd by my desire, <br />It may set her heart a-fire. <br />Those sweet kisses thou shalt gain, <br />Will reward thee for thy pain: <br />Boldly light upon her lip, <br />There suck odours, and thence skip <br />To her bosom; lastly fall <br />Down, and wander over all: <br />Range about those ivory hills, <br />From whose every part distills <br />Amber dew; there spices grow, <br />There pure streams of nectar flow; <br />There perfume thyself, and bring <br />All those sweets upon thy wing: <br />As thou return'st, change by thy power, <br />Every weed into a flower; <br />Turn each thistle to a vine, <br />Make the bramble eglantine. <br />For so rich a booty made, <br />Do but this, and I am paid. <br />Thou canst with thy powerful blast, <br />Heat apace, and cool as fast: <br />Thou canst kindle hidden flame, <br />And again destroy the same; <br />Then for pity, either stir <br />Up the fire of love in her, <br />That alike both flames may shine, <br />Or else quite extinguish mine.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-to-the-wind/
