Spring breezes over the blue, br now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay, br go forth to meet her way, br for here the spell hath won and dream is true. br br 0 happy wind, thou that in her warm hair br mayst rest and play! br could I but breathe all longing into thee, br so were thy viewless wing br as flame or thought, hastening her shining way. br br And now I bid thee bring br tenderly hither over a subject sea br that golden one whose grace hath made me king, br and, soon to glad my gaze at shut of day, br loosen'd in happy air br her charmed hair.