Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE WIND. |
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THE WIND.
Poet! what Poet's Strains can vie with thee,Thou manytonëd Wind, whom all the Strings
Of Harmony obey; when Thunder rings
'Round some hoar Mountain's Brows, there wilt thou be,
(While Echo sets the old Cavevoices free
From their Rockslumbers,) with thy mighty Wings
Sweeping the headlong Waterfall that flings
Himself in Air's Embrace: and when the Sea
Tunes all his Waves from Pole to Pole in one
Worldfilling Concert, art not thou alone
The Masterspirit of the Minstrelsy?
Yet canst thou mould thy Voice unto a Tone
Soft as in Woman's Ear the whispered Sigh
Of Love, for all sweet Things fit Company!
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