A Song in Summer

If I were but the west wind, 

   I would follow you; 

Cross a hundred hills to find 

   Your world of green and blue;

In your pine wood linger,

   Whisper to you there 

Stories old and strange, and finger

   Softly your bright hair.

Credit

From The Poems of Sophie Jewett (Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., 1910) by Sophie Jewett. Copyright © Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. This poem is in the public domain.