 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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THE SUMMER WIND
The bugling of the summer wind
Is sweet upon the hill:
I love to hear its eddies
The heather-crannies fill.
Is sweet upon the hill:
I love to hear its eddies
The heather-crannies fill.
It plays upon the bracken
A blithe fanfarronade:
And thro' the moss-cups whistleth
“The Fairy Raid.”
A blithe fanfarronade:
And thro' the moss-cups whistleth
“The Fairy Raid.”
It leaps from birch to rowan,
And laugheth long and loud,
Then with a spring is vanished,
And rideth on a cloud!
And laugheth long and loud,
Then with a spring is vanished,
And rideth on a cloud!
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