Dream-wind

When, like a sleeping child

Or a bird in the nest,

The day is gathered

To the earth's breast...

Hush!... 'tis the Dream-Wind,

Breathing peace,

Breathing rest,

Out of the Gardens of Sleep in the West.

Oh, 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.