Weary wind of the west

"Weary wind of the west,

Over the billowy sea -

Come to my heart, and rest!

Ah, rest with me!

"Come from the distance dim,

Bearing the sun's last sigh;

I hear thee sobbing for him

Thro' all the sky."

So the wind came,

Purpling the middle sea,

Crisping the ripples of flame -

Came unto me;

Came with a rush to the shore,

Came with a bound to the hill,

Fell and died at my feet,

Then all was still.