A Wind blew out of the South,
And brought her a dainty face,
A bit of sweetness to wear on her mouth,
And a delicate, lily grace.
Oh, the south wind’s sweet surprise
Blew her violet buds for eyes,
And brought her a tender, trusting heart
That never was overwise.
A wind blew out of the West,
With a murmur of summer showers,
And brought her a beautiful, shining dream,
All braided with kisses and flowers;
And the violet-buds of her eyes
Out-blossomed in blue surprise,
And the dream crept close to the trusting heart
That never was overwise.
But a wind blew out of the North,
When her joy was all complete,
And shattered the things she had loved the best,
And scattered them at her feet.
’Twas a cruel and cold surprise,
For it blighted the bloom of her eyes,
And brought a chill to the trusting heart
That never was overwise.
Then a wind blew out of the East,
And carried her story away,
Wailed it and murmured it over the earth,
And dropped it to me to-day,
With a plaintive and sad surprise,
This song of violet eyes,
And the innocent, trusting, broken heart
That never was overwise.
