Nature-notes and impressions : in prose and verse / by Madison Cawein [electronic text]

O wind of eve, what spices, steeped In some more aromatic clime, Thou breathest,—as from islands reaped Of Summer, over seas of thyme.

Thou bearest odor on thy breath Fresh as the scent of ocean's waves; Cool as if thou hadst lain beneath, All day, in dark and crystal caves.

Night comes, with sparkling fireflies Like jewels tangled in her hair, And all around her perfumes rise Of rain, as 't were dim spirits there.