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THE DREAM MAID (SUGGESTED BY GENE STRATTON PORTER'S 'THE HARVESTER'), by                    
First Line: South wind, south wind
Last Line: The path to paradise.
Subject(s): Death; Heaven; Rest; Dead, The; Paradise


SOUTH Wind, South Wind,
Find you my love for me.
She trod last night the moon wove bridge
Of light that spanned the sea.
Soft elfin strains to greet her
Upon your zephyrs stole,
And my heart went out to meet her,
The Dream Maid of my soul.

South Wind, South Wind,
Seek you my fairy Queen.
Her robes are mists of filmy light
All girt with starry sheen.
Soft dusky tresses flowing
As clouds that woo the night,
Half veiling and half showing
The glories of her light.

South Wind, South Wind,
I saw the heavens shine
Within her eyes deep pools of love;
Her lips were pres't to mine.
A thousand harps seemed ringing
Some wondrous tender lay,
And, on the music winging,
My love hath flown away.

South Wind, South Wind,
Fly to my love for me;
And whisper low thy lover waits
By the bridge that spans the sea.
Then, by her lips' soft token
And the story in her eyes,
We'll tread ere yet 'tis broken
The path to Paradise.





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