English poem
Iii
Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers, And stirs the leaves and opening flowers, Comes with the morn, the breath divine To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine.
Versos English John Brownlie Iii
Versos English John Brownlie Iii
English poem
Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers, And stirs the leaves and opening flowers, Comes with the morn, the breath divine To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine.