And heart’sease, wonder-eyed.

—J. TORREY CAPEN.

Oh, those gardens dear and far,

Where the wild wind-fairies are!

Though we see not, we can hearken

To them when the spring skies darken,

Singing clearly, singing purely,

Songs of far-off Elfland surely,

And they pluck the wild wind posies,

Lilies, violets and roses.