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O South-wind, silvered by the crescent moon
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O South-wind, silvered by the crescent moon,Breathe on my shadowed sail and carry me
Homeward across the sunset-coloured sea,
The rose and violet of the calm lagoon.
There where the high and homeless stars shall soon
Thrill the vast darkness singly, silently,
Carry me back, O South-wind, tenderly
Thro' the gold dusk of closing afternoon.
And as thou bear'st me on my homeward way,
With what few leaves of Truth's immortal wreath,
What spiritual, secret victories,
Are mine; so, homeward from life's little day,
The golden-winged, star-silvered wind of death
Shall take the soul with all its argosies.
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