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O delicate west wind blowing
Soft over the flowery land,
Till thick sweet blossoms are snowing
O'er earth at the touch of thy hand;
Go find my love where she lingers
'Mid fragrant orchard shades;
Clasp gently her warm white fingers,
And ruffle her golden braids.
Her beauty to all beholders
Makes summer more rich and bright;
The kerchief over her shoulders
Like any blossom is white.
O what is the day without her!
Unmeaning its splendor grows.
O west wind, whisper about her
My name like the breath of a rose!