As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Lord ByronHere's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.
Lord ByronAs winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Lord ByronHere's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.
Lord Byron