Message #191823

[Victoria Liss]

  "Wind, sun, and rain! and sweet the murmurs be
      Of rill and runlet tinkling to the sea:
      Yet not so sweet as sweet Love's voice to me.

      "Rain, wind, and sun! and dear the wood paths are,
      And dear the glimmering of the evening star,
      But not so dear as Love's step heard from far.

      "Sun, rain, and wind! and fair all blossoms shine;
      Fairer are moonbeams thro' the quivering vine:
      Fairer are Love's eyes looking into mine.