Go seek her out all courteously, <br />And say I come, <br />Wind of spices whose song is ever <br />Epithalamium. <br />O, hurry over the dark lands <br />And run upon the sea <br />For seas and lands shall not divide us <br />My love and me. <br /> <br />Now, wind, of your good courtesy <br />I pray you go, <br />And come into her little garden <br />And sing at her window; <br />Singing: The bridal wind is blowing <br />For Love is at his noon; <br />And soon will your true love be with you, <br />Soon, O soon.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-seek-her-out/
