Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest with the morn! <br />Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepest through the corn! <br />Breeze! O breeze! that fannest the forlorn! <br />Oh linger by the lattice of sweet Blanche of mine! <br /> <br />Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest for noon! <br />Breeze! true breeze! that hast a tryst with June! <br />Breeze! kind breeze! I beg of thee a boon! <br />Oh peep in through the lattice of poor Blanche of mine! <br /> <br />Breeze! fleet breeze! that goest with the day! <br />Breeze! dear breeze! that hastenest away! <br />Breeze! breeze! breeze! I beg of thee to stay, <br />And breathe upon the pillow of pale Blanche of mine! <br /> <br />Breeze! night-breeze! that wailest on the wold! <br />Breeze! lost breeze! that wanderest in the cold! <br />Breeze! dread breeze! oh flit not by the mould <br />Which shelters what is left me of lost Blanche of mine!<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blanche-3/
