And waves breaking light on the shore,

Thou, knowing they would not reprove us,

Hast kissed me a thousand times o’er!

Alone in the gathering shadows,

Still waiting, sweet Zephyr, for thee,

I look for the waves of the meadows,

And dimples to dot the blue sea.

The blossoms that waited to greet thee

With heat of the noontide oppressed,

Now flutter so light to meet thee,