Oh, frail and fragrant visions,
   Sweet nomads of the air,
      That rise like the mist on the meadows
         And cling to my darksome hair.

Are ye the souls of roses,
   Of memory’s vagrom lays,
      Sent to caress my senses—
         Faint murmurs of bygone days?

From Drifting Flowers of the Sea and Other Poems (1904) by Sadakichi Hartmann. This poem is in the public domain.