Littell's Living Age/Volume 1/Issue 1/I envy thee, thou careless wind

I envy thee, thou careless wind, So light, so wild, thy wandering, Thou hast no earthly chain to bind One fetter on thy airy wing;— I envy thee, thou careless wind!

The flower's first sign of blossoming, The harp's soft note, the woodlark's song, All unto thee their treasures bring, All to thy fairy reign belong;— I envy thee, thou careless wind!

Thy jocund wing o'er ocean roves, An echo to the sea-maid's lay; Then, over rose and orange groves, Thy fragrant breath exhales away;— I envy thee, thou careless wind!