I envy thee, thou careless wind,
So light, so wild, thy wandering,
Thou hast no earthly chain to bind
One fetter on thy airy wing;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!
The flower's first sign of blossoming,
The harp's soft note, the woodlark's song,
All unto thee their treasures bring,
All to thy fairy reign belong;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!
Thy jocund wing o'er ocean roves,
An echo to the sea-maid's lay;
Then, over rose and orange groves,
Thy fragrant breath exhales away;—
I envy thee, thou careless wind!