Poems with rhymes of fanned

How softly fanned,
Light airs from where the deep,
All down the sand,

Of music, heard in some cathedral fanned
With the deep breath of prayer, while the priest's hand

No more by summer breezes fanned,
The place was desolate and gray;
But still my dream was to command

Along life's summer waste, at times is fanned,
Even at noontide, by the cool, sweet airs
Of a serener and a holier land,

The workmen here, with busy hand,
The fire both late and early fanned.

The flowers—though there the rose expand
The sweetest depths wind ever fanned.

Wake every while some image of their land,
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned

No breeze of battle ever fanned
The colors of that tender band;

Suddenly in the darkness feels a hand
Thrill with its touch his own, and his cheek fanned

We two wandered hand in hand,
While the night-flowers poured their perfume,
And night-airs the still earth fanned?--

A gay green garden, softly fanned
By the blythe breeze that blows
To speed your ship of dreams to the enchanted land.

And through the far, cool distance, zephyr fanned.
The moon is sinking into shadow-land.

Or she had never died upon your hand.
I would have fed her breathing with my breath;
I would have fanned

Again, I thought I saw your hand
Wave, as if beckoning to me;
I found 'twas but a lily, fanned

By blinding warstorm fanned
Sons of our mighty Mother,
They fall that she may stand.

The poor deceits by earthly senses fanned!
Here where in constant flattery expand

Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned

Such, summoned oft, she came; at his command
Fresh fuel heaped, the sleeping embers fanned,

To meet thee, Evening, here; here my own hand
Has decked with trees and shrubs the slopes around,
And whilst the leaves by dying airs are fanned,

Spent is the breath of song, that fanned
Freedom's low fires! The bard's light hand,