Blow, blow sweet winds
E. Dickson
The windows rattle in their frames;
Without, the wild winds moan,
And fitful leap the red fire's flames,
As that young wife sits alone;
As she rocks her baby boy to sleep,
And sings to the winds as by they sweep,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow — blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”
Through a cloudy sky the gale blows high,
And the schooner leaps along,
And the captain seems, as the winds howl by,
To hear in the gusts a song;
As foaming past the surges fly,
He seems to hear a song go by,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow — blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”