MESSENGERS
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The wind, that gives the rose a kiss With murmured music of the south, Hath kissed a sweeter thing than this,— The wind, that gives the rose a kiss— The perfume of her mouth. The brook, that mirrors skies and trees, And echoes in a grottoed place, Hath held a fairer thing than these,— The brook, that mirrors skies and trees,— The image of her face. O happy wind! O happy brook! So dear before, so free of cares! How dearer since her kiss and look,— O happy wind! O happy brook!— Have blessed you unawares!