| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 67. Four Winds |
| | | By Sara Teasdale |
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| “FOUR winds blowing thro’ the sky, | |
| You have seen poor maidens die, | |
| Tell me then what I shall do | |
| That my lover may be true.” | |
| Said the wind from out the south, | 5 |
| “Lay no kiss upon his mouth,” | |
| And the wind from out the west, | |
| “Wound the heart within his breast,” | |
| And the wind from out the east, | |
| “Send him empty from the feast,” | 10 |
| And the wind from out the north, | |
| “In the tempest thrust him forth; | |
| When thou art more cruel than he, | |
| Then will Love be kind to thee.” | |
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