XIIIGo seek her out all courteously,And say I come,Wind of spices whose song is everEpithalamium.O, hurry over the dark landsAnd run upon the seaFor seas and lands shall not divide us,My love and me.Now, wind, of your good courtesyI pray you go,And come into her little gardenAnd sing at her window;Singing: The bridal wind is blowingFor Love is at his noon;And soon will your true love be with you,Soon, O soon.
Go seek her out all courteously,And say I come,Wind of spices whose song is everEpithalamium.O, hurry over the dark landsAnd run upon the seaFor seas and lands shall not divide us,My love and me.Now, wind, of your good courtesyI pray you go,And come into her little gardenAnd sing at her window;Singing: The bridal wind is blowingFor Love is at his noon;And soon will your true love be with you,Soon, O soon.