Mabel D. Cary: A Spring Song

“Smell the sweet wind
From far woodlands—
How it comes
Blowing
Soft breezes,
Sharp breezes,
In clear pureness
From high hilltops!

Feel the wild wind
In the city streets—
How it comes
Bearing
New strongness,
Fresh gladness,
In light laughter
To a wearying world!

Hark you, free wind,
Tapping at my window
As you go
Singing
Glad songs,
Mad songs,
New love take to
Mon camarade—mon chéri!”