CRIED Ciss to the breeze, as under the trees, <br /> She lay at her ease, one day, <br />'From thy rovings cease, and a maiden to please, <br /> Of thy doings breeze now say! <br /> <br />'Be it so,' sang he; 'from the west I be, <br /> And where-ever in glee I rove, <br />In lane or on lea, with the blooms I'm free, <br /> And they—ever me—they love. <br /> <br />'The primrose that well may fear when the fell, <br /> Fierce north winds yell, I seek, <br />When lured by my spell, she peers from her cell, <br /> And a smile gilds the dell-pet's cheek. <br /> <br />'The violet meek in her velvet sleek, <br /> In love with the freak, alway, <br />To my fancy weak appeareth to seek, <br /> When I play with her cheek, more play. <br /> <br />'The daisy a-drest in her blood-laced vest, <br /> In her deep green nest, I know, <br />When her lips I've prest, with a pleasure blest, <br /> Is her little breast a glow. <br /> <br />'The glad daffodil oft dances her fill, <br /> As under the hill glide I, <br />And her pearly tears spill down into the rill, <br /> That yet with a trill leaps by. <br /> <br />'See, a fairy bold, her vesture of gold, <br /> The crocus unfold, in mirth, <br />And glories untold, where I've kist the mold, <br /> Illumine the cold, cold earth.' <br /> <br />Thus sang sang the breeze a maiden to please, <br /> And Ciss in the trees, that night, <br />To rapture a prey sang Robin the lay, <br /> When a kiss did the may requite.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-breezelet/
