Page:Ldpd 14012191 000.pdf/42

This page has been validated.

THE SOUTH-WEST WIND

The south-west wind has blown his fill,  And vanished with departing day: The air is warm, and very still, And soft as silks of far Cathay.
This is a night when spirits stray. Their wan limbs bear them where they will;They wring their pallid hands alway, Seeing the lights upon the hill.

42

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.