Dorothy Una Ratcliffe

To the Wind

Strong, powerful Sweetheart-Wind,
    In tireless love-storm surging;
Great, bold, tempestuous Wind,
    Ever thy passion urging.

Hold me close in thine arms,
    O! strengthening ecstasy:
Wild, sweet, capturing arms—
    Love! I am yearning for thee.

Eyes, hair, bosom caress,
    My rowan-red lips now kiss;
Life-giving, wilful caress,
    O! marvellous moorland bliss.

Great, strong lover o' mine,
    I long for thy grand embrace;
Fierce, brave lover o' mine,
    I yield to thee my heart's grace.

GREENHOW HILL.