Twenty-Five Songs in Five Sets of Five Each: Set V , opus 71

From oversea --
   Violets for memories,
I send to thee;

Let them bear thoughts of me,
  With pleasant memories
To touch the heart of thee,
   Far oversea.

A little way it is for love to flee,
   Love wing'd with memories,
Hither to thither overseas

There is an Isle beyond our ken,
Haunted by Dreams of weary men.
Gray Hopes enshadow it with wings
Weary with burdens of old things:
There the insatiate water-springs 
Rise with the tears of all who weep:
And deep within it, -- deep, oh, deep! -- 
The furtive voice of Sorrow sings.
  There evermore,
      Till Time be o'er,
Sad, oh, so sad! the Dreams of men
Drift through the Isle beyond our ken.

When, like a sleeping child
Or a bird in the nest,
The day is gathered
To the earth's breast ...
Hush! ... 'tis the Dream-Wind,
Breathing peace,
Breathing rest,
Out of the Gardens of Sleep in the West.

Oh, come to me, wandering
Wind of the West!
Grey doves of slumber
Come hither to rest! ...
Hush! ... now the wings cease
Below the dim trees ...
And the White Rose of Rest
Breathes low in the Gardens of Sleep in the West.

He laughed at Life's Sunset Gate
   With vanishing breath:
Glad soul, who went with the Sun
   To the Sunrise of Death.

The west wind lifts the plumes of the fir,
   The west wind swings on the pine;
In the sun-and-shadow the cushats stir;
   For the breath of Spring is a wine
      That fills the wood,
      That thrills the blood,
When the glad March sun doth shine.

When the strong May sun is a song, a song,
   A song in the good green world,
Then the little green leaves wax long
   And the little fern-fronds are uncurl'd
   The banners of green are all unfurl'd,
And the wind goes marching along, along,
The wind goes marching along
   The good green world.