Author John Vance Cheney The winds are faint; the leaves, not sure they blow, Fall slumbering as they flutter to and fro. So, drowsy fancies, out of dream you start, To fall asleep again upon my heart. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments