“The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,-- 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.” MusicWindSummerBreathsForestsWanderFancyBranchesSighBreezeFloatsFiltersHush Author:John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
