Light, wandering, murmuring wind.

Light, wandering, murmuring wind,

Setting the silvered leaves astir,

Leaving her southern home behind,

Whisper of her.

White, moonlit clouds that through the sky

Like vague prophetic shadows err,

Shape in your mystic tracery

Shadows of her.

Still, star-set, night, so calm and deep,

Watching the silent earth, that seems

Lost in the languor of kind sleep,

Frame her in dreams.