THE DREAM-WIND.

(William Sharp in the "Pall Mall Magazine.")

   When, like a sleeping child
      Or a bird in the nest,
   The day as gathered
      To the earth's breast.
   Hush! . . . 'tis the Dream-wind,
         Breathing peace,
         Breathing rest,
Out of the Gardens of Sleep in the West.

   O 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.

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