Four Winds

Sara Teasdale


“Four winds blowing thro’ the sky,
You have seen poor maidens die,
Tell me then what I shall do
That my lover may be true.”
Said 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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TeasdaleSara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) was an American poet who won the Pulitzer Prize in 1918. “Four Winds” was published in her second collection, Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911).

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