Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease <br />(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!) <br />Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed <br />'Mong rosebuds, wooing to the cheeks of these <br />Loth blushes faint and maidenly:—rich breeze, <br />Still doth thy honeyed blowing bring a shade <br />Of sad foreboding. In thy hand is laid <br />The power to build or blight the fruit of trees, <br />The deep, cool grass, and field of thick-combed grain. <br />Even so my Love may bring me joy or woe, <br />Both measureless, but either counted gain <br />Since given by her. For pain and pleasure flow <br />Like tides upon us of the self-same sea. <br />Tears are the gems of joy and misery.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/south-wind-2/
