Spring breezes over the blue, <br />now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay, <br />go forth to meet her way, <br />for here the spell hath won and dream is true. <br /> <br />0 happy wind, thou that in her warm hair <br />mayst rest and play! <br />could I but breathe all longing into thee, <br />so were thy viewless wing <br />as flame or thought, hastening her shining way. <br /> <br />And now I bid thee bring <br />tenderly hither over a subject sea <br />that golden one whose grace hath made me king, <br />and, soon to glad my gaze at shut of day, <br />loosen'd in happy air <br />her charmed hair.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-breezes/
