THE wind comes from the west to-night;
So sweetly down the lane he bloweth
Upon my lips, with pure delight,
From head to foot my body gloweth.
Where did the wind, the magic find
To charm me thus? say, heart that knoweth!
'Within a rose on which he blows
Before upon thy lips he bloweth!'
The Secret
Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: heart, magic, night, rose, head, pure, delight, charm, body, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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