To you, troop so fleet, <br />That with winged wandering feet, <br />Through the wide world pass, <br />And with soft murmuring <br />Toss the green shades of spring <br />In woods and grass, <br />Lily and violet <br />I give, and blossoms wet, <br />Roses and dew; <br />This branch of blushing roses, <br />Whose fresh bud uncloses, <br />Wind-flowers too. <br />Ah, winnow with sweet breath, <br />Winnow the holt and heath, <br />Round this retreat; <br />Where all the golden morn <br />We fan the gold o’ the corn, <br />In the sun’s heat.<br /><br />Joachim du Bellay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymm-to-the-winds/
