 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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LONGING
O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea,
Each loneliest valley I would search till I should come to thee.
Each loneliest valley I would search till I should come to thee.
In the dew on the grass is your name, dear, i' the leaf on the tree—
O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea.
O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea.
O would I were the cool wind that's blowing far from me—
The grey silence, the grey waves, the grey wastes of the sea.
The grey silence, the grey waves, the grey wastes of the sea.
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