Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/A fresh wind blew from heaven to me
A fresh wind blew from Heaven to meStraight through the gates of memory;It was a little after dawn, and ecstasyWas in the air.The garden where I walked with dew was sweet,And violets clustered near my feet,Faint fragrance—rare———A fresh wind blew from Heaven to meStraight through the gates of memory;It was a little after dawn—pulsing—vibratingWith the life of new creatingQuivered the air.A fresh wind blew from Heaven to me,And on into EternityIt circled to that quiet seaFrom whence and whereA fresh wind blew from Heaven to me.