SPEAK, east wind, did you meet my love
When you came o’er the sea?
And did she give a message kind
For you to bring to me?
When you were passing through the haunts
Of happy, garish men,
Did you once linger in her hair,
And murmur to her then
A word, reminding her of one
Far out on western plains,
Who looks, and waits, from morn ’til night,
With hope that never wanes?
With hope that she will send some word—
One moment of her mind—
To prove that when we meet again
My true love I shall find?
No message, east wind, do you bring,
You leave me lone and cold,
Farewell, thou heartless wanderer,
Go journeys long in search of hills
Where only echoes dwell,
Wild east wind, scorn the love-lorn ones,
Who would their sad tales tell.