THE balmy South a gentle sigh releases -- And countless ocean billows, set in motion, Breathe to my native shores the South's devotion -- Where strand and hillside feel the kindly breezes. O give them all at home my fondest greeting, O'er hill and dale a sacred peace and blessing. Ye billows, pass the fisher's boat caressing; And warm each youthful cheek, ye south winds fleeting. Herald of springtime, thou whose instinct free Pilots thy shiny wings through trackless spaces To summer haunts to chant thy poems rare, O greet most fondly, if you chance to see An angel whom our native costume graces. For that, dear throstle, is my sweetheart fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW TO CHILDREN: 1. FAIRY SONG by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |