THE
WIND
FROM
THE
WEST
by ELLA
YOUNG
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.
