T h e Wind ofth e W e st S ea

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2 T h e Wind ofth e W e st S ea and O the r S o n g s b y ' a y G ib bons ' o op e r 'llustra ted b y tbe flutbar 'ublish ed b y ' a y G ibbons 'ooper O akl and, ' aliforni a

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4 T h e Wind ofth e W e st S e a and O th e r S o n g s b y ' a y G ib b ons ' o op e r 'llustra ted b y the 'a fb ar 'ublish ed b y ' a y Gibbons 'ooper O a kl a nd, ' aliforni a

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6 Som e of these p o em s a us ed re b y the kind p erm ission of the La dier ' om e 7 o zz rf ml, 1 ' a g a z i ne, and B arton Tra m rrz th e y o ri g inall y a pp eare d' Which ' p t tions in, p ublica

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10 T h e Wind of th e Wes t S e a U pon my wings I bear the cry Of lone seagull ; and brushing Against the sunset as I fl y I catch its rosy flushing' I waft the scent of forest buds I n sheltered canyons blowing ; I steal the music of the floods Through mountain gorges going' And every lovely sound and sight U pon my ' ourney meeting, As swift I wing through day and night, I bring thee with my greeting'

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14 Of heaven - born music sets the vale a - thrill, S u n rise A hundred arrows from the sun s bright ' uiver ' art through the mis t th at s hrouds the eastern hills ; The reedy grasses in their cool haunt shiver, And sweet their whispering all the meadow fills' The dreaming world, awakened by the light nd s sighs Wi, drowsily on glories now unfurled I n orient skies' The lark and thrush are startled from their hiding, And soon the air is throbbing with their song ; While from the wood, where all night long were biding A thousand others of the feathered throng, A wondrous burst As if each pretty songster i n its trill V ied to be first'

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22 Th e ' i t y o f th e An g els Oh, tell me, prithee tell me, city fair, Wh y bend the skies above thee ever blue ; What subtle balm pervades the perfumed air, That makes the earth seem every morning new' Ah, tra veler, know tha t hea ven li es v er y ne a r, S o tha t th e hlne o f a n g el e y es sh ine' throu g h On th e s o f t w i na thei r rushin g w i n g s w e h ea r, Wa ftin g t he ha lm tha t m a kes the ti red ea rth new '

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30 T h e R ed R ose a n d th e White R ed rose in your heart s warm glory,, Surely there is writ a story That you fain would hide away ' some soft ow S th ou - came wooing breez e, For your lovely ros eshi p suing, Through the languorous summer day' Bu t my nun - like, cold white beauty, Ah, you know too well your duty 'ould none ever you beguile ' Y around et you dangers hover, For perchance some bolder lover Still may win you with his smile'

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38 A ' Gift of S e a ' oss From gardens in the depths of ocean blooming Where merrily the sportive mermaids play, Amo ng the rocks against its green walls looming And comb their, silken locks the livelong day ; From groves of white and pink branched coral growing Far down in dim - aisles of tropic sea lit With, ra re - h ed trailing moss es brightly u showing Along the reaches of the sandy lea ; From caverns whose deep silence is unbroken Where not a sound disturbs the dreamless, sleep Of those whose grave no sign can now betoken And only stars their deathless watch may, keep ; From Southern sands, where warm the Gulf Stream flowing, L eaves ros e - li p p ed shells and treasures of the deep ; From shores o er which 'acific s winds are blowing The tangled seaweed into many a heap,

39 These dainty sprays of moss were gathered ever, To be a ' o y and glad the heart, I ween ; ' ayhap to some they bring back scenes that never Will fade, but brighten under memory s sheen'

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