Classic Poem

I sowed my sighs upon the wind,
My tears bedewed the sand
If thou find my friend; O wind, tell him
I am a smoking brand.

That a spring of light welled up in me
And drop by drop it dried,
But in my heart a flame of fire
Burns feverish and wide.

And now my spring is like a wound
That throbs, then burns and glows,
But rolled in dust and blood my heart
Still smoulders in their throes.