"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."
About this poem
"Four Winds" was published in Sara Teasdale's "Helen of Troy and Other Poems" (Macmillan, 1922).
About Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Mo., in 1884. She published four collections of poetry, including "Love Songs," which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1918. Teasdale died in 1933.
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