"Four winds blowing thro' the sky, <br />You have seen poor maidens die, <br />Tell me then what I shall do <br />That my lover may be true." <br />Said the wind from out the south, <br />"Lay no kiss upon his mouth," <br />And the wind from out the west, <br />"Wound the heart within his breast," <br />And the wind from out the east, <br />"Send him empty from the feast," <br />And the wind from out the north, <br />"In the tempest thrust him forth, <br />When thou art more cruel than he, <br />Then will Love be kind to thee."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-winds-2/
