Poems (Duer)/To the Night-Breeze
TO THE NIGHT-BREEZE.
Breeze of the night, across my pillow straying— Breeze of the night, of summer dews begot, Salt from the sea-shore, where the waves are playing, Slow, to and fro, my window curtains swaying— Cool my flushed cheeks, by recent sleep left hot.
A. D.