LAD LIKE THE WIND

Smile like the Wind
tracing its far-off trail:

Wind is her smile, lad,
but Th'Wind is frail.

Wind grow the Roses
& the myrtles a-hill:

Wind grows her heart, lad,
cold, savage still

Flood drowns th'valley
& waters for ever run

--She also is Th'Water, lad,
you are th'settling stone.

But venison is sweeter
than mere cattle's meat:

& lips chase the waves, lad,
of the flowing wheat