Where have you been, South Wind, this May-day morning, -- With larks aloft, or skimming with the swallow, Or with blackbirds in a green, sun-glinted thicket? Oh, I heard you like a tyrant in the valley; Your ruffian haste shook the young, blossoming orchards; You clapped rude hands, hallooing round the chimney, And white your pennons streamed along the river. You have robbed the bee, South Wind, in your adventure, Blustering with gentle flowers; but I forgave you When you stole to me shyly with scent of hawthorn.
- by Siegfried Lorraine Sassoon (1886 - 1967), "South Wind", appears in Discoveries, first published 1915 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Cyril Bradley Rootham (1875 - 1938), "South Wind", published 1921. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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