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 above them,
   Around and above?

O wind from the west,
   Blow high, blow low,
You come from the country
   I loved long ago.

Ella Young (1867 - 1956)