I long for a breeze which is somehow cool
In the dead stillness of hot summer days
To soothe the burning heat of sun so cruel
From which descends the healing deadly rays.
I long for a breeze which is somehow warm
In the freezing young lively winter wind
To soothe the bone-chilling blasting storm
That ice inflicts upon me as a fiend.
I long for a breath coming from your lips
In the garden of pleasure when I walk
As if in my mouth your bonny taste drips
As if I conceal your name when I talk .
Tell me how, when my eyes wander and blink,
You explode in my thoughts and in my ink.
