In the turbulent beauty
        Of a gusty Autumn day,
Poet on a sunny headland
        Sighed his soul away.
Farms the sunny landscape dappled,
        Swandown clouds dappled the farms,
Cattle lowed in mellow distance
        Where far oaks outstretched their arms.
Sudden gusts came full of meaning,
        All too much to him they said,
Oh, south winds have long memories,
        Of that be none afraid.
I cannot tell rude listeners
        Half the tell-tale South-wind said,—
'T would bring the blushes of yon maples
        To a man and to a maid.