Classic Poem

" Go thou to her, O Rose ,
And bear this word from me,
Tell her, — " By every wind that blows
I send my love to thee ." "

The mighty winds go by
On their unerring quest;
I hear their strong wings as they fly
From sea to mountain crest.

The jocund winds go by,
Like children mad with glee;
They toss the shrinking leaves on high;
They gayly mock at me!

The moaning winds go by
Sobbing from pole to pole;
Sleepless I hear their bitter cry —
Their wail of want and dole.

The winds of God go by
In fathomless unrest;
The north winds to the south reply,
The east winds to the west.

All winds of God go by!
It matters nought to me; —
They bring not from the earth or sky
One word of love from thee!