Stole the light wind of the west,
Gently parted the green branches, tenderly each leaf caressed.
And a sudden thrill of sweetness,
Mellow, careless, glad, and clear,
Love’s noon-song in its completeness,
Poured in peaceful nature’s ear
From a thrush’s throat of silver—happy song without one tear—
Fell like precious, heav’n-dropped token
'Mid the elements of strife,
'Mid the melodies, grief-broken,