A voice on the winds,
A voice on the waters,
Wanders and cries:
_O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes._
Western the winds are,
And western the waters,
Where the light lies:
_O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes._
Cold, cold, grow the winds,
And dark grow the waters,
Where the sun dies:
_O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes._
And down the night winds,
And down the night waters
The music flies:
_O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Cold be the winds,
And wild be the waters,
So mine be your eyes._
_Lionel Johnson_