Four Winds

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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"Four winds blowing through the sky,
You have seen poor maidens die,Tell me then what I shall do
That my lover may be true."
Sail the wind from out the south,
"Lay no kiss upon his mouth,"
And the wind from out the west,
"Wound the heart within his breast,"
And the wind from out the east,
"Send him empty from the feast,"
And the wind from out the north,
"In the tempest thrust him forth,
When thou art more cruel than he,
Then will Love be kind to thee."

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