1. Your breeze, though frail, arouses passions deep,
And stirs the heart to love—a graceful sweep!

2. If but they paused when that soft wind subsides,
Twould whisper secrets from beloved sides.

3. So gently steals it in, none would suspect
That in those branches it plays to detect

4. Secrets held there. Extended is its reach;
Far longer than our breath its winding breach

5. Breeze of the wind! Is it in innocence—
Or are you the dispatch assigned from thence?

6. “Like the free wind!” they say. Why then withhold
Our tender greetings that you could have told?

7. What have we gained from you save that you bare
Secrets, or come scented from some one fair?