 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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THE DREAM-WIND
When, like a sleeping child
Or a bird in the nest,
The day is gathered
To the earth's breast ...
Hush! ... 'tis the Dream-Wind,
Breathing peace,
Breathing rest,
Out of the Gardens of Sleep in the West.
Or a bird in the nest,
The day is gathered
To the earth's breast ...
Hush! ... 'tis the Dream-Wind,
Breathing peace,
Breathing rest,
Out of the Gardens of Sleep in the West.
Oh, come to me, wandering
Wind of the West!
Grey doves of slumber
Come hither to rest! ...
Hush! ... now the wings cease
Below the dim trees ...
And the White Rose of Rest
Breathes low in the Gardens of Sleep in the West.
Wind of the West!
Grey doves of slumber
Come hither to rest! ...
Hush! ... now the wings cease
Below the dim trees ...
And the White Rose of Rest
Breathes low in the Gardens of Sleep in the West.
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