Softly waft, ye southern breezes
J. Hook
Softly waft, ye southern breezes,
Tidings of my true love here!
Tell, oh! tell me, why he tarries!
Speak! and chase each growing fear.
Thus the Turtledove repining,
Watchful for her tender mate,
Feels sensations past defining,
Anxious till she hears his fate.