THE SOUTH WIND.

The south wind rose at dusk of the winter day, The warm breath of the western sea Circling wrapped the isle with his cloak of cloud, And it now reached even to me, at dusk of the day, And moaned in the branches aloud: While here and there, in patches of dark space, A star shone forth from its heavenly place, As a spark that is borne in the smoky chase; And, looking up, there fell on my face— Could it be drops of rain, Soft as the wind, that fell on my face? Gossamers light as threads of the summer dawn, Sucked by the sun from midmost calms of the main, From groves of coral islands secretly drawn, O’er half the round of earth to be driven, Now to fall on my face In silky skeins spun from the mists of heaven.

Who art thou, in wind and darkness and soft rain Thyself that robest, that bendest in sighing pines To whisper thy truth? that usest for signs A hurried glimpse of the moon, the glance of a star In the rifted sky? Who art thou, that with thee I Woo and am wooed? That, robing thyself in darkness and soft rain, Choosest my chosen solitude, Coming so far To tell thy secret again, As a mother her child on her folding arm, Of a winter night by a flickering fire, Telleth the same tale o’er and o’er With gentle voice, and I never tire, So imperceptibly changeth the charm, As Love on buried ecstasy buildeth his tower, Like as the stem that beareth the flower By trembling is knit to power. Ah! long ago In thy first rapture I renounced my lot, The vanity, the despondency, and the woe, And seeking thee to know, Well was’t for me, and evermore I am thine, I know not what.

For me thou seekest ever, me wondering a day In the eternal alternations, me Free for a stolen moment of chance To dream a beautiful dream In the everlasting dance Of speechless worlds, the unsearchable scheme, To me thou findest the way, Me and whomsoe’er I have found my dream to share Still with thy charm encircling; even to-night To me and my love in darkness and soft rain Under the sighing pines thou comest again, And staying our speech with mystery of delight, Of the kiss that I give a wonder thou makest, And the kiss that I take thou takest.