Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The WindMary Ashley (van Voorhis) Townsend (18321832)
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To-night comes whistling down our tropic lanes,
And wakes the slumbrous hours with sweet refrains:
From creamy cups, filled with magnolia scents,
His luscious lips have gained rich recompense
For scaling her green towers. To him complains—
While shy acacias shake their tawny manes—
The lonesome lily of her discontents.
The jasmine, with her white soul in her face,
Bestows her holy kisses on his mouth;
Before the pilgrim-minstrel violets place
The purple censers of their fervent youth,
And nodding poppies, with a drowsy grace,
Anoint his feet with dream-oils of the South.