1 <br />Would that the winds might only blow <br />As they blew in the golden long ago--! <br />Laden with odors of Orient isles <br />Where ever and ever the sunshine smiles, <br />And the bright sands blend with the shady trees, <br />And the lotus blooms in the midst of these. <br /> <br />2 <br />Warm winds won from the midland vales <br />To where the tress of the Siren trails <br />O'er the flossy tip of the mountain phlox <br />And the bare limbs twined in the crested rocks, <br />High above as the seagulls flap <br />Their lopping wings at the thunder-clap. <br /> <br />3 <br />Ah! That the winds might rise and blow <br />The great surge up from the port below, <br />Bloating the sad, lank, silken sails <br />Of the Argo out with the swift, sweet gales <br />That blew from Colchis when Jason had <br />His love's full will and his heart was glad-- <br />When Medea's voice was soft and low. <br />Ah! That the winds might rise and blow!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becalmed/
