English poem
Ii
How oft, from out the heaven, Upon me blew the balm Of soft winds, summer-driven From continents of calm! With rustlings as of riven, Sea-sounding pine and palm!
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Ii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Ii
English poem
How oft, from out the heaven, Upon me blew the balm Of soft winds, summer-driven From continents of calm! With rustlings as of riven, Sea-sounding pine and palm!