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MEMENTOS.
O cool south wind,
Blowing from icebergs and the world of sea,
Yet you remind
Me of my northern home, and bring to me
With your crisp breath
Whiffs of the breezy spring and the wind flow'r,
That blossometh
In Kentish woods in March's budding hour.
Blowing from icebergs and the world of sea,
Yet you remind
Me of my northern home, and bring to me
With your crisp breath
Whiffs of the breezy spring and the wind flow'r,
That blossometh
In Kentish woods in March's budding hour.
And you, ye waves,
Ye, too, hail from the ice and Southern Pole;
The tide that laves
My home knows but of you as soul knows soul,
Alike in kind,
But moving in its own and distinct sphere.
Yet, as the wind,
You waft me memories of north-lands dear.
Ye, too, hail from the ice and Southern Pole;
The tide that laves
My home knows but of you as soul knows soul,
Alike in kind,
But moving in its own and distinct sphere.
Yet, as the wind,
You waft me memories of north-lands dear.
O threatening sky,
You are not beautiful: but when there be
Dark clouds on high,
They conjure up remembrances for me
Of my old home
And dear ones drawing in to the hall fire:
And with them come
Mists of regret and rain-drops of desire.
You are not beautiful: but when there be
Dark clouds on high,
They conjure up remembrances for me
Of my old home
And dear ones drawing in to the hall fire:
And with them come
Mists of regret and rain-drops of desire.
I love the sun,
Blue heavens, soft still air, and sea in calm:
When summer's gone
I feel, as in a northern clime, a palm
Transplanted from
The south. And yet, when clouds or cold appear,
Or chill sea foam,
I welcome them as if old friends drew near.
Blue heavens, soft still air, and sea in calm:
When summer's gone
I feel, as in a northern clime, a palm
Transplanted from
The south. And yet, when clouds or cold appear,
Or chill sea foam,
I welcome them as if old friends drew near.
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