KNOW you, winds that blow your course <br />Down the verdant valleys, <br />That somewhere you must, perforce, <br />Kiss the brow of Alice? <br />When her gentle face you find, <br />Kiss it softly, naughty wind. <br />Roses waving fair and sweet <br />Thro' the garden alleys, <br />Grow into a glory meet <br />For the eye of Alice; <br />Let the wind your offering bear <br />Of sweet perfume, faint and rare. <br />Lily holding crystal dew <br />In your pure white chalice, <br />Nature kind hath fashioned you <br />Like the soul of Alice; <br />It of purest white is wrought, <br />Filled with gems of crystal thought.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alice-10/
