So softly heat breaks upon the rocks of the eastern wind
Scents of summer diffuse on cool eddies of European air Rosemary blooms its nascent scent into the evening air
But the medicinal aroma is wrapped now in tang of pine
Brought no less to bear upon the nostril that does convulse
Earnestly upon a breeze for hints of returning warmer days
For languishing ecstasy wanes within the glory of cold dusk