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TO THE WEST WIND
O sweet West Wind! thou breathést on my brow:
O dear West Wind! thou comést from my home.
O heedless Wind! had I been free as thou
To stay or go, I had not cared to roam.
O dear West Wind! thou comést from my home.
O heedless Wind! had I been free as thou
To stay or go, I had not cared to roam.
O glad West Wind! what bringest thou from Her?
Thy breath is fragrant with her plaint to thee.
What message hast thou from the weary stir
Of that lone heart which ever beats for me?
Thy breath is fragrant with her plaint to thee.
What message hast thou from the weary stir
Of that lone heart which ever beats for me?
O happy Wind! love-laden with her sighs:
What dreamy kisses layest thou on my brow?
O sad West Wind!—sad, sad, and most unwise:
A fugitive like me—an exile now.
What dreamy kisses layest thou on my brow?
O sad West Wind!—sad, sad, and most unwise:
A fugitive like me—an exile now.
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