To the Sun-Set BreezeAh, whispering, something again, unseen,Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizingMe, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion betterthan talk, book, art,(Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond therest—and this is of them,)So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingersmy face and hands,Thou, messenger—magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me,(Distances balk’d—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)I feel the sky, the prairies vast—I feel the mighty northern lakes,I feel the ocean and the forest—somehow I feel the globe itselfswift-swimming in space;Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone—haply from endless store,God-sent,(For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,)Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, andcannot tell,Art thou not universal concrete’s distillation? Law’s, allAstronomy’s last refinement?Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee?
Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizingMe, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion betterthan talk, book, art,(Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond therest—and this is of them,)So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingersmy face and hands,Thou, messenger—magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me,(Distances balk’d—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)I feel the sky, the prairies vast—I feel the mighty northern lakes,I feel the ocean and the forest—somehow I feel the globe itselfswift-swimming in space;Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone—haply from endless store,God-sent,(For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,)Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, andcannot tell,Art thou not universal concrete’s distillation? Law’s, allAstronomy’s last refinement?Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee?