SOFT, soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding, Waft thy silver cloud webs athwart the summer sea; Thin thin threads of mist on dewy fingers twining Weave a veil of dappled gauze to shade my babe and me. Deep deep Love, within thine own abyss abiding, Pour Thyself abroad, O Lord, on earth and air and sea; Worn weary hearts within Thy holy temple hiding, Shield from sorrow, sin, and shame my helpless babe and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |