The Wind from the West

Blow high, blow low,

O wind from the West:

You come from the country

I love the best.

O say have the lilies

Yet lifted their heads

Above the lake-water

That ripples and spreads?

Do the little sedges

Still shake with delight,

And whisper together

All through the night?

Have the mountains the purple

I used to love,

And peace about them,

Around and above?

O wind from the west,

Blow high, blow low,

You come from the country

I loved long ago.