A Voice Is In The Wind To-Day

A voice is in the wind to-day,
 And sweet its breath is blowing;
O, welcome summer wind I say,
 From where the flowers are growing.


I feel the smell of meadows sweet,
 With many blossoms showing,
As if the touch of fairy feet,
 Set all their beauty glowing.


I know each spot where violets peep,
 I bless them in their growing;
But O their breath is sweet to keep,
 When summer winds are blowing.


"What makes them smell so sweet to-day?
 Say wind, and good betide thee;"
And the wind came like a child from play,
 And laughed and stood beside me.


The wind said, "I am from the hill,
 With scents of blossom laden;
But I, to make them sweeter still,
 In passing kissed a maiden."