A SOFT DAY A soft day, thank God! A wind from the south With a honeyed mouth; A scent of drenching leaves, Briar and beech and lime, White elder-flower and thyme And the soaking grass smells sweet, Crushed by my two bare feet While the rain drips, Drips, drips, drips from the eves. -- Winifred M. Letts, "Songs From Leinster," 1913