TI-14 WEST WIND Soft as the flush of yon russet sky Hovers the wind of the west; Soft as the love of a mother's eye, Tender and sweet as her lullaby To the murmuring babe at her breast. Slipping away from the shadow of dusk It cossets the kindling sea. The moon-boat rises to keep its tryst With the stars that sprinkle the. greying And the west wind sings to me. • Breathes to me sadly the last low_prayer Of my true love far away. Scatter his kisses across my hair, Whisper a heart-ease for every care, Till I live in the love of yesterday. THE HOTHOUSE viorrir SPE,AKS. TO A FAIR WOMAN. I've calmly lived my sunny little life Under the crinkling glass, and free from The sky above and all around is blue, And from this haven now I come to you. Fair I. 4 ady, tell me have I heard aright That other flowers do not live so bright? That in dark forests and by noisy streams The pale wood violet sheds its purple bean While we are merry in this fireside glow My humble cousin shivers in the snow; And yet a cricket whispered once to me That I the captive was,—my cousin, free! —Darlon
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