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ON THE DOWNS
The sweet air from the downs
My fevered forehead crowns:
The tossing white-maned sea
Lays joyous hold of me.
My fevered forehead crowns:
The tossing white-maned sea
Lays joyous hold of me.
But thou art far away
From downs and whirling spray;
Skies, winds, and waves once glad,
Miss thee,—and all are sad.
From downs and whirling spray;
Skies, winds, and waves once glad,
Miss thee,—and all are sad.
Not all the shining air
That crowns these cornfields fair
Is worth one glance of thine
That makes all airs divine.
That crowns these cornfields fair
Is worth one glance of thine
That makes all airs divine.
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Not all the curling seas
That kiss the fresh strong breeze
Are worth thy soul's white wings
And all the peace it brings.
That kiss the fresh strong breeze
Are worth thy soul's white wings
And all the peace it brings.
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