Longing

O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea,

Each loneliest valley I would search till I should come to thee.

In the dew on the grass is your name, dear, i' the leaf on the tree --

O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea.

O would I were the cool wind that's blowing far from me --

The grey silence, the grey waves, the grey wastes of the sea.