Unbolt the wind to me! Brag I with audacious pride. ♪ But that first gust of him Makes me stumble and shrink. ♪ My barque is covered up With leaves and windfall-pears. ♪ His heaven azures me And his earth is cushioning. ♪ The warming of his wine
And the sighing of his fire, His honeys bitterness Are reviving me, ♪ Expose me to the storms And leave me to despair. But once his cold will die In my ardent embrace.