Mr. East Wind

Please Mr. East Wind, where are you?

You’re many days now overdue;

Just when you’re wanted, O, so much,

You will not grant us one small touch.

You’ve gone and hid yourself away

Behind the shores of Baffin’s Bay,

Or playing hide and seek, I mean,

With some fair maid Evangaline.

O, Mr. East Wind, heretofore

You’ve brought us solace o’er and o’er;

You’ve never kept away so long

That we’ve appealed to you in song.

Through winter days and springtime chill

You searched our very bones until

We wildly sought you to refrain

Till summer days should come again.

But now, O, East Wind, is the hour

When we would like to feel your power;

When we would like that eastern chill

Disporting round our windowsill.

Please, Mr. East Wind, flirt no more

With maidens on some distant shore,

But give poor suff’ring souls a show;

Please Mr. East Wind, won’t you blow!

June 25, ’09