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WIND IN THE WIRES
To Hester Sigerson
The south-west wind among the wires
Plays tunes I knew of old.
There's a blue sky above the spires,
A blue sky and a gold.
Plays tunes I knew of old.
There's a blue sky above the spires,
A blue sky and a gold.
His fingers move among the strings,
He plays the whole day long
On his Æolian harp the things
I knew when I was young.
He plays the whole day long
On his Æolian harp the things
I knew when I was young.
What magic mist enchants my sight,
That I would rise and go
With an uplifted heart and light
The paths I used to know?
That I would rise and go
With an uplifted heart and light
The paths I used to know?
They are all out, the lights, the fires,
And under wind and rain
The wind among the telegraph-wires
Wakes the old griefs in vain.
And under wind and rain
The wind among the telegraph-wires
Wakes the old griefs in vain.
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