Westron Wind
O Westron wind, when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
An anonymous, very old poem, written in Middle English.
There is a site that has more, but this has always been one of my favorites.
The reason I thought of it: we had snow, briefly, yesterday.
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