That none may guess their secret mysteries.
[SONG]
Softly sighs the gracious wind—
Dash of rose, in deeps of sky,
Love is fair and love is kind,—
Singing free—I passed him by.
Shredded clouds are whirled in air,
Winter stalks adown the gale
Tossing wide Love's golden hair—
Cease the singing—Love grows pale.